Cifra de John Oreilly - Charlie Robison
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My name is John O'Reilly And my father worked the fields
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In the hills of ol' Kilarney Where I helped him turn the wheels
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My arms grew hard as iron For a boy of 17
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And I used my fists for gamblin' In those wet Kilarney streets
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Well the ship left for America I took my pack aboard
Said goodbye to my dear Ireland Said a prayer to my dear Lord
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I fought those sorry guineas In the kitchen they called hell
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I fought 'em for their dollar And those guineas paid me well
CHORUS:
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Fair thee well fair Dover Fair thee well your seasons turn
For my pockets will be jingling On the day of my return The day of my
return
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I fought in New York City and I Fought the Jersey shore
My gut stayed full o' whiskey My bed stayed full o' whores
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They called my right a cannonball My left they called the same
I left 'em all a lyin' half in blood And the other half in shame
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I met a man on '32 and he stuck out his hand
He offered me a 1,000 if I'd fall before his man
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I said it could be done but only for another two
He smiled at me and nodded as I Stuck in my shoe
CHORUS:
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Fair thee well fair Dover Fair thee well your seasons turn
For my pockets will be jingling On the day of my return The day of my
return
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They rang the bell two times Before I let I'd have my nose
I let him work my left until My eye was swollen closed
Then I let loose a right that they Still talk about today
For that guinea didn't know that I had bet the other way
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They covered every dock at every Port there on the coast
Lookin' for the double crosser Who had turned into a ghost
But I was on a train my friend That rolled the other way
I I'll sail from California back To Dublin one fine day
CHORUS:
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Fair thee well fair Dover Fair thee well your seasons turn
For my pockets will be jingling On the day of my return The day of my
return
D
G
Fair thee well fair Dover Fair thee well your seasons turn
For my pockets will be jingling On the day of my return The day of my
return