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The Wolfe Tones

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The Wolfe Tones

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Wolfe Tones é uma banda de música rebelde irlandesa que incorpora música tradicional irlandesa em suas canções. Formados em 1963, eles levam o

nome de Theobald Wolfe Tone, um dos líderes da Rebelião Irlandesa de 1798. Patrick Mark Pimblett é um lutador inglês de artes marciais mistas (MMA). Profissional desde 2012, Pimblett é ex-campeão peso-pena do Cage Warriors. Atualmente compete na divisão peso-leve do Ultimate Fighting Championship (UFC). Em 20 de junho de 2026, ele ocupava a 9ª posição no peso-leve do Meta UFC Rankings.

Afinação: E A D G B ECapotraste: Sem capotraste [Verse 1] D G D T'was a wet day in London me fortunes were crumbling, G D A I was on me way back from the building job, G D And the foreman that day he say nothing my way, A D And the lorry ran over sandals be gob G D I was hungry and thirsty and felt a bit down A D I went in for a little libation, G D I'd five pints of porter three Jamie's for starters, G A D Two pork pies and what some cabbage and bacon. [Verse 2] D G D Though the day it was dreary now I felt a bit cheery, G D A In no time I was ready for action be gob G D And I played the old jukebox pulled up the old blue socks, A D And winked at this young one beside me be gob, G D Wouldn't it be it would happen to me A D She winked back and sat down beside me. G D I told her me name and she told me the same, G A D Say's I to her what then what are you drinking. [Chorus] G D Come here me old flower I said then to her, G A D It's the truth I'm known as a liar G D Come here me old flower I've seen you before, A Give the woman in the bed there more porter [Verse 3] D G D She'd a gin and a tonic and I felt supersonic, G D A For her figure was made by the devil be gob, G D With curves in right places through satin and laces, A D That would tempt an old bishop though selibit be gob, G D Me luck might be in and tonight I might sin, A D Though last week I was just at confession, G D But who gives a damn sure would do me no harm, G A D To have me a bit a bit of diversion. [Verse 4] D G D Well I was playing it cool as I do as a rule, G D A When the barman was calling for time no be gob, G D And she said with her sweet face, you'll come back to my place, A D Was then that I knew she was mine now be gob, G D Her place it was lush with carpets so plush, A D She took of me old cap then the wellies, G D Without any delay she wore a sweet negligee, G A D Like the girls were on what on what? on page three or telly. [Chorus] G D Come here me old flower I said then to her, G A D It's the truth I'm known as a liar G D Come here me old flower I've seen you before, A Give the woman in the bed there more porter [Verse 5] D G D I don't mean to be crude, but I stood in the nude, G D A With this Goddess this beautiful Venus be gob, G D She ruffled me duffel we kissed and we shuffled, G D Was a sight if me ma only seen us be gob, G D I was feeling quiet grand with the business at hand, A D When this photo I saw on the dresser, G D Was herself and this man oh a dirty big hand, G A D For her husband was who was who? was wild Bill the wrestler. [Verse 6] D G D Although she was charming I felt this alarming, G D A He was mean as a hairy gorilla be gob G D If he caught me in bed with his woman I said A D He'd kill me for sure I can tell you be gob, G D She said now don't worry for he'd never hurry, A D Don't see him at all he's a messer, G D The door opened that night and I got such a fright, G A D In the doorway was whowas who? was wild Bill the wrestler. [Verse 7] D G D With rage he was steaming, his eyes they were gleaming, G D A Like a wild bull he charged over to me be gob, G D For I ducked his wild pass, kicked him in the ass, A D And ran like a hare for the doorway be gob, G D I'd have gotten away without any delay, A D But I tripped and fell over the carpet, G D When I tried to get up, well this dirty big pup, \ G A D Grabbed me by the what the what? by the leg and he pulled it, [Chorus] G D Come here me old flower I said then to her, G A D It's the truth I'm known as a liar G D Don't believe this old yarn, don't belive this old line A For I'm pulling your leg, like he's pulling mine D G Too rah loo... too rah leh... A G D G D Witcha too rah yah loo rah yah lay
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