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1.
Waltzing Matilda
Tom: AMédioA
D
F#m
E
Bm
D7
When I wasA a young man I caDrried my pack A F#m
And I lived theA free life of a rEover. A
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty Doutback A F#m
I waltzed mAy Matilda all overE. A
Then in 1915 me couEntry said, ?SoDn A
It's time to sEtop rambling ?cause there's work to be done.â? D A
So they gave me a tin hat, and theyD gave me a gun A F#m
And they sent me awaAy to the warE. A
And the band playeAd "Waltzing Matilda"D A
When we sailed away from the Dquay, E
And amidst all thDe tears and tBmhe shouts and cheers A F#m
We sailed off Afor Gallipoli. E A
And how well I reAmember that tDerrible day A F#m
When our blood staineAd the sand and the wateEr A
And how in that hell that theDy call Suvla Bay A F#m
We were butchered like lAambs at the slaEughter. A
Johnny Turk, he waEs ready, he'd primed himself well. D A
He shot us wEith bullets, and he rained us with shellDs, A
And in five minutes flat he'd bloDwn us all to hell,A F#m
Nearly blew us rAight back to AustrEalia. A
And the band played A?Waltzing Matildaâ?D A
As we stopped to bury our slainD. E
And we burieDd ours and Bmthe Turks buried theAirs. F#m
Then it started allA over againE. A
Now, those who werAe living did theirD best to survive A F#m
In that mad worlAd of guts, blood aEnd fire, A
And for seven long weeks I kept myseDlf alive A F#m
While the corpses around Ame piled hEigher. A
Then a big TurkiEsh shell knocked me arse-over-head D A
And when I awoke in me hospiEtal bed D A
And saw what it had Ddone, Christ! I wished I was dead. A F#m
Never knew therAe was worse things than Edying. A
And no more I'll gAo waltzing MatildDa A
Through the green bushesA so far and near,D E
For to hang tents Dand pegs a man nBmeeds two Alegs. F#m
No more waltzing MatildAa for me.E A
(Instrumental break: verse)
So they collected theA the crippled, the wounDded and maimed A F#m
And they shipped us bacAk home to Australia,E A
The the legless, tAhe armless, the blDind and insaneâA? F#m
Those proud wouAnded heroes of Suvla. E A
And when the sEhip pulled into Circular Quay D A
I looked at Ethe place where me legs used to be D A
And thanked Christ there wAas no one there waitingD for me A F#m
To grieve aAnd to mourn and to Epity. A
And the band playAed "Waltzing Matilda" D A
As they carried us Adown the ganDgway, E
But nobody chDeered, theyBm just stood and sAtared F#m
And they turned all thAeir faces away. E A
And now every AApril I sit Don my porAch F#m
And I watch theA parade pass beforeE me. A
I see myA old comrades, how prDoudly they march, A F#m
Reliving thAe dreams of paEst glory. A
I see thEe old men all twisted and toDrn, A
The forgotten hEeroes of a forgotten war, D A
And the young pAeople ask me, "What aDre they marching for?" A F#m
And I ask Amyself the samEe question. A
And the band playsA ?Waltzing Matilda,âD? A
And the old men still answer the call, D E
But year aftDer year theBmir numbers are feAwer. F#m
Someday no one will marAch there at alEl. A
Waltzing AMatilda, waltzing MatildDa, Bm
Who'll go a-waltzing AMatilda with meF#m? E
And their ghosts may bAe heard as they marcEh by the Billabong:F#m D
"Who'lDl come a-Waltzing MatildaA with me? D7 A
2.
Fairytale of New York
Tom: GAvançadoG/D
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G/DDG/D
Asus4 E D G/D It was Christmas DEve babe in the Gdrunk tank
An old man Dsaid to me, won't see anG/Aother one AAnd then he sDang a song
The Rare Old GMountain Dew and I turned my Dface away
And Gdreamed aAsus4bout E Dyou G/A
G/A Got on a Dlucky one Came in eightGeen to one
I've got a Dfeeling this year's for G/Ame and you A
So happy DChristmas I love you Gbaby
I can see a Dbetter time when Gall our dAsus4reams Ecome Dtrue
G/DDG/DAsus4DADGAD
They've got Dcars
Big as Abars
They've got Bmrivers of Ggold
But the Dwind goes right through you
It's no place for the Aold
When you Dfirst took my Bmhand
On a Dcold Christmas GEve
You Dpromised me
Broadway was Awaiting for Dme
You were Dhandsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York ACity
When the Dband finished Gplaying
They Ahowled out for Dmore
DSinatra was swinging
All the drunks they were Asinging
We Dkissed on the Gcorner
Then Adanced through the Dnight
The Gboys of the NYBmPD Achoir
Were Dsinging 'Galway BmBay'
And the Dbells were Gringing
AOut for Christmas DdaAy Bm G D A D Bm D G D A D
DYou're a bum
You're a Dpunk
You're an old slut on Ajunk
Living Dthere almost Gdead on a Adrip
In that Dbed
You Dscum bag
You maggot
You cheap lousy Afaggot
Happy DChristmas your Garse
I pray AGod
It's our Dlast
TheG boys of the NBmYPDA choir
Were still Dsinging 'Galway BmBay'
And the Dbells were Gringing
AOut for Christmas DdaAy Bm G D A D Bm D G D A D
AI could have Dbeen someone
Well So could Ganyone
You took my Ddreams
From me when I first Afound you
I kept them Dwith me babe
I put them Gwith my own
Can't make it Dall alone
I've built my Gdreams Aaround Dyou
TheG boys of the NBmYPDA choir
Were still Dsinging 'Galway BmBay'
And the bells were ringing
A D ...............Instrumental til end.
Out for Christmas day
TMAC
3.
When The Ship Comes In
Tom: GFácilG
D
C
Em
Written by Bob Dylan. This is Pogues' version.
Oh the Gtime will Dcome up
When the Cwinds will sGtop
And the bEmreeze will ceCase to be bGreathin?
Like the sGtillness in the wDind
?fore the hCurricane beDgins
The hDour when the ship comes iGn
Oh the Dseas will sCplit
And the sGhip will hit
And the saDnds on the shCoreline will be shGaking
Then the Dtide will soCund
And the wGind will pound
And the moDrning will be DbreakinGg
Oh the fiGshes will lDaugh
As they swiCm out of the Gpath
And the seaEmgulls theCy?ll be sGmiling
And the rGocks on the Dsand
CWill proudly Gstand
The hoDur that the ship comesG in
And the wDords that are usCed
For to get the Gship confused
Will not be undeDrstood as tChey?re spGoken
For the Dchains of the sea C
Will have buGsted in the night
And will be buDried at the botDtom of the oGcean
A Gsong will Dlift
As the Cmainsail shiGfts
And the bEmoat that drifts on Cto the shore Gline
And theG sun will rDespect
EverCy face on the deGck
The Dhour that the ship comes Gin
Then the saDnds will rColl
Out a carGpet of gold
For your weaDry toes to be a tCouchiGn?
DAnd the ship?s wise menC
Will remindG you once again
That the whDole wide world is DwatchinG?
Oh the foGes will risDe
With the sCleep still in their Geyes
And they?ll jEmerk from their Cbeds and think they?re still dGreamin?
But they?ll Gpinch themselves and sDqueel
And knCow that it?s for Greal
The hDour that the ship comes Gin
Then they?ll raDise their haCnds
Sayin? we?ll meetG all your demands
But we?ll shDout from the bow your days areC numbereGd
DAnd like pharaoh?s tribeC
They?ll be drGownded in the tide
And like gDoliath they?ll be coDnquered G
Enjoy!
4.
Sickbed of Cuchulainn
Tom: CMédioC
Dm
F
Bb
CDmCDmCDmFC
Mc(C)Cormack and Richard (Dm) Tauber
Are (C) singing by the (Dm) bed.
There's a (C) glass of punch be(Dm)low your feet
And an (F) angel at your (C) head.
There's (C) devils on each (Dm) side of you
With (C) bottles in their (Dm) hands.
You need (C) one more drop of (Dm) poison
And you'll (Am) dream of foreign (Am) lands.
When you (F) pissed yourself in (Bb) Frankfurt
And got (C) syph down in Co(F)logne
And you (F) heard the rattling (Bb) death trains
As you (C) lay there all a(F)lone,
Frank (F) Ryan brought you (C) whiskey
In a (Bb) brothel in Ma(C)drid
And you (Bb) decked some fucking (Bb) blackshirt
Who was (C) cursing all the (C) Yids.
At the (F) sick bed of Cu(F)chulainn
We'll (Bb) kneel and say a (F) prayer
And the (Bb) ghosts are rattling (F) at the door
And the (C) devil's in the (F) chair.
FFBbF
And (F) in the Euston (Bb) Tavern
You (C) screamed it was your (F) shout
But they (F) wouldn't give you (Bb) service
So you (C) kicked the windows (F) out.
They (F) took you out in(C)to the street
And (Bb) kicked you in the (C) brains,
So you (Bb) walked back in through a (Bb) bolted door
And (C) did it all a(C)gain.
At the (F) sick bed of Cu(F)chulainn
We'll (Bb) kneel and say a (F) prayer
And the (Bb) ghosts are rattling (F) at the door
And the (C) devil's in the (F) chair.
FBbC
FBbCF
C
You re(C)member that foul (Dm) evening
When you (C) heard the banshees (Dm) howl,
There was (C) lazy drunken (Dm) bastards
Singing (F) 'Billy is in the (C) bowl.'
They (C) took you up to (Dm) midnight mass
And (C) left you in the (Dm) lurch
So you (C) dropped a button (Dm) in the plate
And (Am) spewed up in the (Am) church.
Now you'll (F) sing a song of (Bb) liberty
For (C) blacks and paks and (F) jocks
And they'll (F) take you from this (Bb) dump you're in
And (C) stick you in a (F) box.
Then they'll (F) take you to Clough(C)prior
And (Bb) shove you in the (C) ground
But you'll (Bb) stick your head back (Bb) out and shout,
"We'll (C) have another (C) round."
At the (F) graveside of Cu(F)chulainn
We'll (Bb) kneel around and (F) pray
And (Bb) God is in His (F) heaven,
And (C) Billy's down by the (F) bay.
FBbC
FBbCF
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5.
Navigator
Tom: GFácilG
C
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THE CAGNALS, THE BRIDGES, THE EMBANKMENTS AND CUTS, C
THEY BLGASTED AND DUG WITH THERE SWECAT AND THERE GDUTS,
THEY GNEVER DRANK WATER BUT WHISKY BY PICNTS,
AND THE GSHANTY TOWNS RANG WITH THERE SCONGS ADND THERE GFIGHTS.
GNAVIGATOR, NAVIGATOR, RISE UCP AND BE STGRONG,
GTHE MORNING IS HERE AND THERE'S CWORK TO BE DDONE,
TAKE a GPICK AND YOUR SHOVEL AND SOME COLE' DYNAMGITE,
GJUST TO SHIFT A FEW CTONS OF THIS EARDTHLY DELIGHGT,
GYES, TO SHIFT A FEW CTONS OF THIS EARDTHLY DELIGHGT.
GTHEY DIED IN THERE THOUSANDS, WITH NO SCIGN TO MARK WHGERE,
GSAVE THE BRASS IN THE POCKET OF THE ENCTREPRENEURD,
BY LGANDSLIDE AND ROCK BLAST THEY ARE BUCRIED SO DGEEP,
GTHAT IN DEATH IF NOT CLIFE THEY'LL HAVE PEADCE WHILE THEGY SLEEP.
GNAVIGATOR, NAVIGATOR, RISE UCP AND BE STGRONG,
GTHE MORNING IS HERE AND THERE'S CWORK TO BE DDONE,
TAKE a GPICK AND YOUR SHOVEL AND SOME COLE' DYNAMGITE,
GJUST TO SHIFT A FEW CTONS OF THIS EARDTHLY DELIGHGT,
GYES, TO SHIFT A FEW CTONS OF THIS EARDTHLY DELIGHGT.
GTHERE MARK ON THIS LAND IS STILL SECEN AND STILL LGAID,
GA WAY FOR THE COMMERCE WHERE VAST FORTCUNES WERE MADDE,
GTHE SUPPLY OF AN EMPIRE WHERE THE SCUN NEVER SGETS,
GWHICH IS NOW DEEP IN DACRKNESS BUT THE RADILWAYS THERE YEGT.
GNAVIGATOR, NAVIGATOR, RISE UCP AND BE STGRONG,
GTHE MORNING IS HERE AND THERE'S CWORK TO BE DDONE,
TAKE a GPICK AND YOUR SHOVEL AND SOME COLE' DYNAMGITE,
GJUST TO SHIFT A FEW CTONS OF THIS EARDTHLY DELIGHGT,
GYES, TO SHIFT A FEW CTONS OF THIS EARDTHLY DELIGHGT.
6.
A Rainy Night In Soho
Tom: CMédioC
F
G
CFGC
I've been loving you a lFong time G C
Down all the years, down all the dFays G C
And I've cried for all your troFubles G C
Smiled at your funny little waFys G C
We watched our friends grow up togFether G C
And we saw them as they Ffell G C
Some of them fell into HFeaven G C
Some of them fell into HFell G C
I took shelter from a shFower G C
And I stepped into your aFrms G C
On a rainy night in SFoho G C
The wind was whistling all its chFarms G C
I sang you all my sorrFows G C
You told me all your jFoys G C
Whatever happened to that oFld song G C
To all those little girls and bFoys G C
FG
CFGC
Sometimes I wake up in the morFning G C
The gingerlady by my bFed G C
Covered in a cloak of siFlence G C
I hear you talking in my hFead G C
I'm not singing for the fuFture G C
I'm not dreaming of the pFast G C
I'm not talking of the fiFrst time G C
I never think about the lFast G C
Now the song is nearly oFver G C
We may never find out what it meFans G C
Still there's a light I hold beFfore me G C
You're the measure of my drFeams
The measGure of my drCeams
FG
CFG
C
FG
7.
Jacks Heroes
Tom: AFácilA
D
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Pogues & Dubliners - Jack's Heroes
Supporter's Song for the World Cup in Italy! Still today a great one.
AThey wear green
And they are Dbeautiful
And their Ehearts are filled with Alove
They're as Apure as any Dlilly
And as Egentle as the Adove
They'll Asing and cheer in harmonDy
Till their Ethroats are cracked & Asore
But there Ais no doubt
You'll Dhear them shout
When EJackie's heroes Ascore
Too-ra-LDoo Too-ra-LAoo
And we'll Dfollow Jack's Aheroes
What- Eever they Ado
AThey'll come from Dublin DAnd from Cork, from
Edear old Done Agal,
From ALondon, Boston, Dand New York,
From Eanywhere at Aall,
From AParramatta Dto Fermoy,
Stra Ebane to Skibe Areen
(And will) the Ashout go up
When Dthe World Cup
Is Eraised on Stephens AGreen
(Yes it will)
Too-ra-LDoo Too-ra-LAoo
And we'll Dfollow Jack's Aheroes
What- Eever they Ado
Whistle Instrumental Same as Verses
Too-ra-LDoo Too-ra-LAoo
And we'll Dfollow Jack's Aheroes
What- Eever they Ado
Too-ra-LDoo Too-ra-LAoo
And we'll Dfollow Jack's Aheroes
What- Eever they Ado
And Awhen we're there in DItaly
On Sar Edinia's sunny Ashore
We'll Abe the boys you'll Dwant to see
The Eboys you'll all a- Adore
We'll Aplay like perfect Dgentlemen
To Ewin, to lose, to Adraw
For we're Ahere to take the DWorld Cup
To EPaddy's shamrock Ashore
8.
Young ned of the hill
Tom: AmFácilAm
Em
C
G
Have yoAmu EmeveAmr wEmalked the lonesome hills and heard the curlews cry
OAmr EmseeAmn the raven black as night u pon a windswept sky
TAmo EmwalCk Gthe purple heather and hear the westwind cry
AmEmAm
To know that's where the rapparee must die
AmEmAmEmAmAmEmAmEmAm
Since Cromwell pushed us westward to live our lowly lives
There's some of us have deemed to fight from Tipperary mountains high
Noble men with wills of iron who are not afraid to die
Who'll fight with Gaelic honour held on high
A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell you who raped our Motherland
I hope you're rotting down in hell for the horrors that you sent
To our misfortunate forefathers whom you robbed of their birthright
To hell or Connaught may you burn in hell tonight
AmEmAmEmAm
Of such a man I'd like to speak a rapparee by name and deed
His family dispossessed and slaughtered they put a price upon his head
His name is know in song and story his deeds are legends still
And murdered for blood money was young Ned of the hill
You have robbed our homes and fortunes even drove us from our land
You tried to break our spirit but you'll never understand
The love of dear old Ireland that will forge and iron will
As long as there are gallant men like young Ned of the hill
AmEmAmEmAmEmAmAmEmCGAmEmAmEmAm
AmEmAmEmAmEmAmAmEmCGAmEmAmEmAm
9.
Curse Of Love
Tom: CMédioC
Am
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G
CI've seen those signs a mAmillion times
The Fchill that clouds your Ceyes
The light that shines black as a Amcoal
FDeep down in the mGind
And I'm Amhungry, and I'm dCying of thirst
FJust suffering from a Glover's curse
CI'll turn to stone, let the rFivers flow,
And Gwash me to the Csea
FThe curse of love is Ghanging over Cme
I've walked the line, stood bAmy your side,
I've Fkept you companCy
And all those times you Amfelt like crying,
I've Fheld you close to Gme
Now Amsomeone's put a sCpell on me,
FAll my worst dreams are Gcoming true
CI'll turn to stone, let the rFivers flow,
GAnd wash me to the sCea
The Fcurse of love is Ghanging over Cme
The Fcurse of love is Ghanging...
Over Cme
FAround the tent, the Cstorm was raging,
The gypsy's eyes were Gwild and blazing
CShould have listened Fwhen she said
You'd slip away from Cme
FCGCFC
CThe bottle's empty, I've Amdrunk it dry,
And Fstill I feel the Cpain
Well, all we had is lAmost now,
Like Fteardrops in the Grain
The Amnight is long, I'm tCired and weary,
FBut I don't know where this rGoad will lead me,
I'll Cturn to stone, Flet the rivers flow,
And Gwash me to the sCea
The Fcurse of love is Ghanging over Cme
The Fcurse of love is Ghanging...
Over Cme
CG
10.
The broad majestic Shannon
Tom: DMédioD
G
Bm
A
D G D Bm D G A D D G The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks
TDheGreBm was whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks
AYoDu G sang me a song as pure as the breeze
oDn Ga A road leading up Glena veigh
ID Gsat for a while at the cross at Finnoe
WDheGreBm young lovers would meet when the flowers were in bloom
AHeDarGd the men coming home from the fair at Shin rone
TDheGirA Dhearts in Tippe rary wher ever they go
TDakGe Amy hand, and dry your tears babe
TDakGe Amy hand, forget your fears babe
TDheGreA's no pain, there's no more sor row
TDheGy'Are all gone, gone in the years babe
I sat for a while by the gap in the wall
Found a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball
Heard the cards being dealt, and the rosary called
And a fiddle playing Sean Dun na nGall
And the next time I see you we'll be down at the Greeks
There'll be whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks
For it's stupid to laugh and it's useless to bawl
About a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball
SDo GI A walked as the day was dawn ing
WDheGreA small birds sang and leaves were fall ing
WDheGreA we once watched the row boats land ing
BDy GthAe D broad majestic Shan non
DGDBmDGAD