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The Dubliners

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Rocky Road To Dublin

Key: DmEasy

DmIn theC merry moDmnth of May from my home I started

DmLeft the Cgirls of DmTuam-Cnearly broken-hearted

SalDmuted FCather Dmdear kissed my darlin' Mother

DmDrank a Cpint of Dmbeer my Cgrief and tears to smother

Then Dmoff to reap the Ccorn and lDmeave where I was bCorn

I Dmcut a stout blackCthorn to Cbanish ghost and goblin

In a Dmbrand-new pair ofC brogues IDm rattled o'er theC bogs

And Dmfrightened all the Cdogs Con the rocky road to Dublin

OAne two thrCee four fiveDm

Hunt Dmthe hare and turn her Down the rocky road

And all tChe ways to Dublin Whack Amfol-lol-deC-ra Dm

In DmMullinCgar that Dmnight I rested limbs so weary

DmStarted Cby dayDmlight next Cmorning light and airy

DmTook a Cdrop of the Dmpure to keep my heart from sinking

DmThat's an CPaddy d Dmcure whene'eCr he's on for drinking

To Dmsee the lasses Csmile lDmaughing all the wChile

DmAt me curious Cstyle 'twould sCet your heart a-bubbling

They Dmax'd if I was Chired the wDmages I reqCuired

Till DmI was almost Ctired Cof the rocky road to Dublin

OAne two thrCee four fiveDm

Hunt Dmthe hare and turn her Down the rocky road

And all tChe ways to Dublin Whack Amfol-lol-deC-ra Dm

In DmDublin Cnext arDmrived I thought it such a pity

To Dmbe so Csoon deDmprived a Cview of that fine city

DmThen I Ctook a Dmstroll out among the quality

My Dmbundle Cit was Dmstole Cin a neat locality

DmSomething crossed me Cmind tDmhen I looked behCind

NoDm bundle could I fCind upCon me stick a-wobblin'

EnDmquiring for the Crogue they sDmaid me Connaught bCrogue

DmWasn't much in Cvogue Con the rocky road to Dublin

OAne two thrCee four fiveDm

Hunt Dmthe hare and turn her Down the rocky road

And all tChe ways to Dublin Whack Amfol-lol-deC-ra Dm

From Dmthere I Cgot aDmway me spirits never failing

DmLanded Con the Dmquay Cas the ship was sailing

DmCaptain Cat me Dmroared said that no room had he

DmWhen I Cjumped aDmboard a cCabin found for Paddy

DmDown among the Cpigs I pDmlayed some funny rCigs

DmDanced some hearty Cjigs the wCater round me bubblin'

When Dmoff to HolyChead I Dmwished meself was Cdead

Or Dmbetter far insCtead onC the rocky road to Dublin

OAne two thrCee four fiveDm

Hunt Dmthe hare and turn her Down the rocky road

And all tChe ways to Dublin Whack Amfol-lol-deC-ra Dm

The Dmboys of CLiverDmpool when we safely landed

DmCalled meCself a Dmfool I cCould no longer stand it

Me Dmblood beCgan to Dmboil temper I was losin'

DmPoor old CErin's Dmisle Cthey began abusin'

HurrDmah my soul says I Clet my sDmhillelagh fly C

Some DmGalway boys came Cby sCaw I was a hobblein

Then Dmwith a loud HurCray they jDmoined in the affCray

We Dmquickly cleared the Cway fCor the rocky road to Dublin

OAne two thrCee four fiveDm

Hunt Dmthe hare and turn her Down the rocky road

And all tChe ways to Dublin Whack Amfol-lol-deC-ra Dm

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Tramps And Hawkers

Key: GEasy

O come Ga´ ye tramps and Amhawker-Clads an´ GgaitheAmrers o´ bGla´

That Gtramp the country Emroun´ and Groun´, come listen Amone and Ema´

I´ll Gtell tae ye a Emrovin´ Gtale, o´ Emsights that AmI hae sEmeen

Far Gup into the Amsnowy Cnorth, or Gsooth by CGretna GGreen.

I´ve seGen the high Ben AmNevCis a-Gtowerin´ Amtae the Gmoon

I´ve Gbeen roun´ by Crieff an´ EmCallandGer an roun´ by AmBonny EmDoon

I´ve Gseen Loch Ness's Emsilvery Gtide an´ Emplaces AmI'll tae Emken

Far Gup into the Amstormy Cnorth lies GUrquart´s Cfairy Gglen

OftGtimes I laugh Amtae mysCel´ as I Gwander Amalang the Groad

My Gtoerags round my Emblistered Gfeet, my face as Ambroun´s a Emtoad

Wi´ Glumps o´cheese and Emtattie-Gscones or Embreid an´ Ambraxie Emham

Nae Gthinking whar´ I´m Amcomin´ Cfrae nor Gthinkin´ Cwhar I´m Ggang.

I've Gdone my share of Amhumpin' Cwi' the Gdockers Amon the GClyde

I've Ghelped the Buckie Emtrawlers Ghawl the herrin' Amo'er the Emside

I've Ghelped to build the Emmighty Gbridge that Emspans the AmFirth o' EmForth

And wi' Gmony Angus Amfarmer's Crig I've Gplowed the Cbonny Gearth

I´m hapGpy in the Amsummer-Ctime beGneath the Amdark blue Gsky

Nae Gthinkin´ in the Emmornin´ Gwhere at nicht i´m Amgang to Emlie

In Gbarn or byre or EmanywGhere dossing Emout amAmong the Emhay

And Gif the weather Amtreats me Cright, I´m Ghappy Cevery Gday.

Loch GKatrine and AmLoch LoCmond, they´ve Goft been Amseen by Gme

The DGee, the Don, the EmDevrGon, that a´ flows Amtae the Emsea

DunrGobin Castle, Emby the Gway, I Emnearly Amhad forEmgot

And the Greckless stanes oAm´cairn thatC mairks theG hoose o´C John o´G Groat.

I´ve Gbeen by bonny AmGalloCwa´, an´ Goften Amroun´ StranGraer

My Gbusiness leads me EmanywGhere, I travel Amnear an´ Emfar

I´ve Ggot that rovin´ EmnotGion I Emwouldna Amlike tae Emloss

For GIt´s my daily Amfare an´ as Cmuch GI will Cpay my Gdoss.

I Gthink I´ll gang tae AmPaddy´s CLan´, I´m Gmakin´ Amup my Gmind

For SGcotland´s greatly Emaltered Gnoo, I canna Amraise the Emwind

But GI will trust in EmProviGdence, and EmProviAmdence be Emtrue

I´ll Gsing ye´a song o´ AmErin´s CIsle when GI come Cback to Gyou.

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The Sick Note

Key: GHard

Dear GSir, I write this G6note to you to Dtell you of me Gplight

And Cat the time of Gwriting, I am A7not a pretty Dsight;

My Cbody is all Gblack and blue, my Dface a deathly Emgray

And I Gwrite this note to Emsay why Paddy's D7not at work Gtoday

While Gworking on the G6fourteenth floor some Dbricks I had to Gclear;

Now, to Cthrow them down from Gsuch a height was A7not a good iDdea

The Cforeman wasn't Gvery pleased, he Dbeing an awkward Emsod

He Gsaid I'd have to Emcart them down the D7ladders in me Ghod

Now, Gclearing all these G6bricks by hand it Dwas so very Gslow

So I Choisted up a Gbarrel and seA7cured the rope beDlow

But Cin me haste to Gdo the job I Dwas to blind to Emsee

That a Gbarrelful of Embuilding bricks was D7heavier than Gme

GSo when I unG6tied the rope the Dbarrel fell like Glead

And Cclinging tightly Gto the rope I A7started up inDstead

Well, I Cshot up like a Grocket till to Dmy dismay I Emfound

That Ghalfway up I Emmet the bloody D7barrel comming Gdown

Well, the Gbarrel broke me G6shoulder as Dto the ground it Gsped

And Cwhen I reached the Gtop I banged the A7pully with my Dhead

Well, I Cclung on tight through Gnumbed shock from Dthis almighty Emblow

And the Gbarrel spilled out Emhalf the bricks D7fourteen floors beGlow

Now, Gwhen these bricks had G6fallen from the Dbarrel to the Gfloor

I Cthen outweighed the Gbarrel and so A7started down once Dmore;

Still Cclinging tightly Gto the rope, I Dsped towards the Emground

And I Glanded on the Embrocken bricks that D7were all scattered Ground

Well, I Glay there groaning G6on the ground, I Dthought I'd passed the Gworst

When the Cbarrel hit the Gpully-wheel and tA7hen the bottom Dburst

Well, a Cshower of bricks rained Gdown on me, I Dhadn't got a Emhope

As I Glay there moaning Emon the ground, I let D7go of the bloody Grope

The Gbarrel than being G6heavier, it Dstarted down once Gmore

And Clanded right acGross me, as I A7lay upon the Dfloor

Well, it Cbroke three ribs and Gmy left arm and DI can only Emsay

That I Ghope you'll underEmstand why Paddy's D7not at work toGday

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The Bonny Shoals Of Herring

Key: ACapo 2Medium

F#m

With our nAets and gear we're faErinAg

On the wAild and wDasteful oAceEan.

It's thAere on the deDep that we hAarvest and rEeap our bF#mread

As we hAunt the bonny shDoals of heErriAng.

Oh it wAas a fine aDnd a plEeasant dAay

Out of YAarmouth harbour I was fEaring

As a caAbin bEoy Don a sailing F#mlugger

For to hAunt the bonny shoDals of hEerrAing

O, the wAork was hard aDnd the Ehours were lAong

And the Atreatment sure it took some Ebearing

There was liAttle Ekindness aDnd the kicks wereF#m many

As we hAunted for the shDoals of heErriAng

O, we lAeft the home grounds Din the Emonth of JAune

And to cAanny Shields we soon were bEearing

With a Ahundred cEran Dof the silver F#mdarlings

That we'd tAaken from the shDoals of heErriAng

Now you're Aup on deck, yoDu're a EfisherAman

You can sAwear and show a manly bEearing

Take your tuArn on Ewatch wDith the other fF#mellows

While you're sAearching for the sDhoals of hEerrAing

O, we fAished the Sward aDnd the BEroken ABank

I was a Acook and I'd a quarter-sEharing

And I uAsed to slEeep, sDtanding on me F#mfeet

And I'd drAeam about the sDhoals of hEerrAing

You're net rAope man now, bDoy you're Eon the Amove

And you're lAearning all about seafaEring

That's your AeducEation, sDcraps of navigF#mation

As you hunAt the bonny shoDals of herErinAg

In the sAtormy seas aDnd the lEiving gAales

Just to eAarn your daily bread you're dEaring

From the DAover SEtraits Dto the Faroe IsF#mlands

As you're fAollowing the sDhoals of hEerrAing

O, I earAned my keep Dand I pEaid my wAay

And I eaArned the gear that I was wEearing

Sailed a Amillion mEiles, cDaught ten million F#mfishes

We were saAiling after shDoals of heErriAng

(semi a capella)

Night and dAay the sea we're dEariAng,

Come wiAnd or cDome winAter gEale,

SAweating or coDld, growing Aup or growing oEld or dF#mying,

While we're hAunting for the sDhoals of hEerrAing

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Auld Orange Flute

Key: CMedium

In the CCounty Tyrone, near the Gtown of DunCgannon,

Where many the Amructions meGself had a hand in.

Bob CWilliamson lived, a Fweaver by Ctrade,

And all of us Gthought him a stout Orange Cblade,

On the Twelfth of JuEmly as it Fyearly did come,

Bob Cplayed with his flute to the G7sound of a drum.

You may Ctalk of your harp, your Fpiano or Clute,

But none can compare with the GOld Orange CFlute.

CBob, the deceiver, he Gtook us all Cin;

He married a AmPapist named GBridget McGinn.

Turned CPapist himself and forFsook the old Ccause

That gave us our Gfreedom, religion and Claws.

Now, boys of the Emtownland made Fsome noise upon it,

And CBob had to fly to the G7province of Connaught.

He Cfled with his wife and his Ffixings to Cboot,

And along with the latter his GOld Orange CFlute.

At the Cchapel on Sunday to Gatone for past Cdeeds,

He'd say Pater and AmAves and Gcounted his brown beads.

'Til Cafter some time, at the Fpriest's own Cdesire

He went with that old flute to Gplay in the Cchoir.

He went with that old Emflute for to Fplay for the Mass,

But the Cinstrument shivered and G7sighed, oh, alas,

And Ctry though he would, though it Fmade a great Cnoise,

The flute would play only "The GProtestant CBoys."

Bob Cjumped and he stared and Ggot in a Cflutter

And threw the Amold flute in the Gblessed holy water.

He Cthought that this charm would bring Fsome other CSound;

When he tried it again, it played "GCroppies Lie CDown."

Now, for all he could Emwhistle and Ffinger and blow,

To Cplay Papish music he G7found it no go.

"Kick the CPope" and "The Boyne Water" it Ffreely would CSound,

But one Papish squeak in it Gcouldn't be Cfound.

At the Ccouncil of priests that was Gheld the next Cday

They decided to Ambanish the Gold flute away.

They Ccouldn't knock heresy Fout of it's Chead,

So they bought Bob a Gnew one to play in it's Cstead.

Now, the old flute was Emdoomed, and its Ffate was pathetic

'Twas Cfastened and burned at the G7stake as a heretic.

As the Cflames soared around it, they Fheard a strange CNoise;

'Twas the old flute still whistling "The GProtestant CBoys."

"Toora Flu, toora Clay,

Oh, it's six miles from Bangor to GDonnahaCdee."

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Step It Out Mary

Key: AmEasy

AmEmAmEm

AmEmCGAm

AmIn the Village of KilEmdoran, lived Ama maiden young and Emfair

Her Ameyes, they shone like diaEmmonds, she had Clong and gGolden hAmair.

The countryman cEmame riding up to Amher daddy`s gEmate,

Ammounted on a milk-white sEmtallion, he came Cat the sGtroke of eAmight.

Step it out Mary, my fine Emdaughter,

step it out AmMary if you Emcan.

Step it out AmMary, my fine Emdaughter,

show your lCegs to the GcountryAmman,

show your lCegs to the GcountryAmman.

AmI have come to court your dEmaughter. MAmary of the golden Emhair.

AmI have gold and I have siEmlver, I have laCnds beGyond coAmmpare.

I will buy her silks Emand satins and a Amgold ring for her Emhand.

AmI will build for her a Emmansion, she'll have sCervantsG to coAmmmand.

Step it out Mary, my fine Emdaughter,

step it out AmMary if you Emcan.

Step it out AmMary, my fine Emdaughter,

show your lCegs to the GcountryAmman,

show your lCegs to the GcountryAmman.

AmOh kind Sir I love a Emsoldier and I`ve Ampledged to him my hEmand.

AmI don`t want your gold nor sEmilver, I don`t wCant your hGorse nor Amland."

Mary`s father Spoke up sEmharply, you will Amdo as you are Emtold,

Amyou`ll marry him on sunEmday and you`ll weCar the rGing of gAmold."

Step it out Mary, my fine Emdaughter,

step it out AmMary if you Emcan.

Step it out AmMary, my fine Emdaughter,

show your lCegs to the GcountryAmman,

show your lCegs to the GcountryAmman.

AmIn the village of KilEmdoran there`s a Amdeep stream running Emby.

AmThey found Mary there on suEmnday, she had dCrowned with her GsoldierAm boy.

In the cottage tEmhere is music, you can hAmear her daddy Emsay,

AmStep it out Mary my fine Emdaughter, sunday Cis your Gwedding Amday.

Step it out Mary, my fine Emdaughter,

step it out AmMary if you Emcan.

Step it out AmMary, my fine Emdaughter,

show your lCegs to the GcountryAmman,

show your lCegs to the GcountryAmman.

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Eileen Og

Key: AmEasy

AmEileen Og an' that the darlin's name is

GThrough the Barony her features they were famous

AmIf we loved her then who was there to blame us

For Emwasn't she the Pride oAmf Petravore?Em Am

AmBut her beauCty made us all so shy

EmNot a man couAmld look her in the eye

AmBoys, Oh boyCs, sure that's the reason why

We're inEm mournin' for the Pride oAmf PetravorEme Am

:EAmileen Og Cme heart is growin' grey,

EmEver since the day yAmou wandered far away

AmEileen Og therCe's good fish in the say,

EmBut there's none of them like the Pride Amof PetraEmvoreAm

AmFriday at the fair of Ballintubber

GEileen met McGrath the cattle jobber

AmI'd like to set me mark upon the robber

EmFor he stole away the Pride oAmf PetravorEme Am

AmHe never seemCed to see the girl at all

EmEven when she ogled hiAmm from underneath her shawl

AmLookin' big and masterfCul when she was lookin' small

EmMost provokin' for the Pride Amof PetravEmore Am

AmSo it went as 'twas in the beginning

GEileen Og was bent upon the winning

AmBig McGrath contentedly was grinning

EmBeing courted by the Pride oAmf PetraEmvore Am

AmSez he: "I know a girl that could knock you into fitCs"

EmAt that Eileen nearAmly lost her wits

AmThe upshot of the ructioCn was that now the robber sits

EmWith his arm around the Pride oAmf PetravoEmre Am

AmEileen Og Cme heart is growin' grey,

EmEver since the daAmy you wandered far away

AmEileen Og thereC's good fish in the say,

EmBut there's none of them like the Pride Amof PetrEmavorAme

AmBoys, Oh boys, with fate 'tis hard to grapple

GOf my eyes 'tis Eileen was the apple

AmNow to see her walkin' to the chapel

EmWith the hardest featured man Amin PetraEmvore Am

AmNow, boys, thisC is all I have to say:

EmWhen you do your couAmrtin' make no display

AmIf you want them to run aftCer you, just walk the other way

EmFor they're mostly like the Pride Amof PetraEmvore Am

AmEileen Og mCe heart is growin' grey,

EmEver since the daAmy you wandered far away

AmEileen Og thereC's good fish in the say,

EmBut there's none of them like the Pride Amof PetrEmavorAme

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Quare Bungle Rye

Key: CMedium

Now JCack was a saGilor that roCamed round the tGown

And sFhe was a daCmsel who skiFpped up and dGown

Said the daCmsel to JaGck, As sChe passed him Gby

Would you cFare for to purCchase some QuFare bungle rCye roddy rGye

FCaa de diddle RGye roddy, RGye roddy, RCye

Thought JCack to hiGmself, Now wChat can this Gbe

But the fiFnest of whCisky from fFar GerGmany

Smuggled Cup in a baGsket, And soCld on the sGly

And the naFme that it gCoes by is QuFare bungle rCye roddy rGye

FCaa da diddle RGye roddy, RGye roddy, RCye

Jack gCave her a poGund, And thCought nothing strGange

She sFays hold the baCsket, While I rFun for your chGange

He took a lCook in the baGsket, And a chCild did he sGpy

Sure beFgob now says JCack this is QuFare bungle rCye roddy rGye

FCaa da diddle RGye roddy, RGye roddy, RCye

Now to gCet the child chriGstened, Was JaCcks next intGent

To gFet the child chriCstened, To the paFrson he wGent

Said the paCrson to JGack, Now what wCill he go Gby

BeFdad now says JCack call him QuFare bungle rCye roddy rGye

FCaa da diddle, RGye roddy, RGye roddy, RCye

Said the paCrson to JGack, That's a vCery quare nGame

Sure beFdad now says JCack, Tis a quFare way he cGame

Smuggled Cup in a baGsket, And sCold on the sGly

And the naFme that he'll Cgo by is QuFare bunge rCye roddy rGye

FCaa da diddle, RGye roddy, RGye roddy, RCye

Come aCll you young saiGlors, That rCoam round the tGown

BeFware of them daCmsels, That skFips up and dGown

BeCware of them laGdies, As yCou pass them Gby

Or eFlse they might pCawn on you QuFare bungle rCye roddy rGye

FCaa da diddle, RGye roddy, FCaa da diddle, RGye roddy, RGye roddy, RCye

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Monto

Key: CEasy

Well Cif you got a Amwing-o, Ctake her up to Amring-o,

CWhere the waxies Amsing-O, Gall the Cday,

If you Chad your fill of AmPorter, and you Ccan't go any Amfurther,

CGive our man the Amorder, Gback to the Cquay,

And Ctake her up to AmMonto, CMonto, AmMonto,

CTake her up to AmMonto, GLan-ge-Cru - Gto Cyou,

You Cheard the Duke of AmGloucester, the Cdirty old imAmposter,

He Ctook his Mut and Amlost her up in GFurry CGlen,

He Cfirst put on his Ambowler, and he Cbuttoned up his Amtrousers,

Then he Cwhistled for his Amgrowler, and he Gsaid my Cman,

CTake me up to AmMonto, CMonto, AmMonto,

CTake me up to AmMonto, GLan-ge-Cru - Gto Cyou,

You Cheard the Dublin AmFusileers, the Cdirty old bamAmboozileers,

They Cwent and got the Amchilder, Gone, two, Cthree,

CMarching from the Amlinin hall, there's Cone for every Amcannonball,

And CVick he?s going to Amsend you all Go're the Csea..

CFirst go up to AmMonto, CMonto, AmMonto,

CFirst go up to AmMonto, GLan-ge-Cru - Gto Cyou,

Now Cwhen the czar of AmRussia Cand the King of AmPrussia,

CLanded in the AmPhoenix in a Gbig balCloon,

They Casked the policeAmmen to play ''The CWearing Of The AmGreen'',

But the Cbuggers in the Amdepot didn't Gknow the Ctune.

They Cboth went up to AmMonto, CMonto, AmMonto,

CBoth went up to AmMonto, GLan-ge-Cru - Gto Cyou,

Now the CQueen she came to Amcall on us, she Cwanted to see Amall of us,

I' Cglad she didn't Amfall on us, she's Geighteen Cstone,

CMister Milord the AmMayor say's she, Cthis all you've got to Amshow for me?

CWhy no mam there's Ammore to see ''GPog Mo CThoin.

He toCok her up to AmMonto, MConto, Monto, Am

CHe took her up to AmMonto, GLan-ge-Cru - Gto Cyou,

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10.

Nelsons Farewell

Key: DMedium

DOh, poor old Admiral Nelson is no longer in the air.

DToora loora A7loora loora Dloo!

DOn the eighth day of March in Dublin City fair,

DToora loora A7loora loora Dloo!

DFrom his A7stand of stones and mortar

A7He fell crashing through the quarter,

A7Where once he stood so stiff and proud and Drude.

DSo let's sing our celeGbration,

GIt's a service to the nation.

So Dpoor old Admiral A7Nelson, toora Dloo!

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DOh, fifty pounds of geliganite it sped him on his way,

DToora loora A7loora loora Dloo!

DAnd the lad that laid the charge, we're in debt to him today.

DToora loora A7loora loora Dloo!

DIn TraA7falgar Square it might be fair

A7To leave old Nelson standing there

A7But no one tells the Irish what they'll Dview.

DSo the Dublin CorpoGration

GCan stop deliberation

For the Dboys of Ireland A7showed them what to Ddo!

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DFor a hundred and fifty-seven years it stood up there in state

DToora loora A7loora loora Dloo!

DTo mark old Nelson's victory o'er the French and Spanish fleet,

DToora loora A7loora loora Dloo!

DBut one-tA7hirty in the morning,

A7Without a bit of warning,

A7Old Nelson took a powder and he Dblew!

DNow at last the Irish Gnation

GHas Parnell in higher station

Than Dpoor old Admiral A7Nelson, toora Dloo!

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DOh the Russians and the Yanks, with lunar probes they play,

DToora loora A7loora loora Dloo!

DAnd I hear the French are trying hard to make up lost headway,

DToora loora A7loora loora Dloo!

DBut now the A7Irish join the race,

A7We have an astronaut in space,

A7Ireland, boys, is now a world power Dtoo!

DSo let's sing our celeGbration,

GIt's a service to the nation.

So Dpoor old Admiral A7Nelson, toora Dloo!

DGDEmDADEmDGDAD

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