Brian’s Medley
Liana’s Birthday
Verse 1:
| B |
Where the | girls are so pretty |
E | F#m | B |
I first set my eyes on sweet | Molly | Malone |
E |
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow |
B |
Through streets broad and narrow |
Chorus
| E | A | E | E | B | E |
Crying, " | Cockles | and | mussels, | alive, | alive, | oh!" |
E | | B |
Alive, alive, oh | | Alive, alive, oh |
| E | A | E | E | B | E |
Crying, " | Cockles | and | mussels, | alive, | alive, | oh!" |
Verser 2:
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For so were her father and mother before |
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And they both wheeled their barrows |
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Through streets broad and narrow |
Chorus
| E | A | E | E | B | E |
Crying, " | Cockles | and | mussels, | alive, | alive, | oh!" |
[David plays 3-note intro]
Verse 1
A |
It’s a long way to Tipperary |
D | A | E |
It’s a long way to | go | |
A | F#m |
It’s a long way to | Tipperary |
| B | E |
To the | sweetest girl I | know |
D | A | E |
Farewell, Leicester | Square | |
A | D | A |
It’s a long, long way to | Tippera - | -ry |
A | E | A |
But my heart’s | right | there |
Explain meaning of "praties"
Verse 1:
D | A | D |
In the days I went | a-courtin’, I was never tired | resorting |
| A | D |
To an alehouse or a | playhouse and many’s the house | besides |
| A | D |
But I told me brother | Séamus, I’d go off and become | famous |
| D |
And I never would return again till I saw the whole wide | world |
Chorus
D | A | D |
Goodbye Muirsheen Durkin, sure I’m | sick and tired of | workin’ |
| A | D |
No more, I’ll dig the praties and no | longer I’ll be | fooled |
| A | D |
As sure as me name is | Carney, I’ll be off to | Californy |
| A | D |
Where instead of diggin’ | praties, I’ll be diggin’ lumps of | gold |
Verse 2:
D | A | D |
I’ve courted girls in | Blarney, in Kanturk, and in | Killarney |
| A | D |
In Passage and in | Queenstown; that is the Cobh of | Cork |
| A | D |
Goodbye to all this | pleasure, I’ll be off to take me | leisure |
| A | D |
And the next time you will hear | from me is a letter from New | York |
Chorus
D | A | D |
Goodbye Muirsheen Durkin, sure I’m | sick and tired of | workin’ |
Verse 3:
D | A | D |
Goodbye to the | girls at home, I’m going far | across the foam |
| A | D |
To try and make me | fortune in far | Americay |
| A | D |
There’s gold, jewels and | plenty for the poor and for the | gentry |
| A | D |
And when I return again I | never more will | say |
Chorus
D | A | D |
Goodbye Muirsheen Durkin, sure I’m | sick and tired of | workin’ |
| A | D |
No more, I’ll dig the praties and no | longer I’ll be | fooled |
| A | D |
As sure as me name is | Carney, I’ll be off to | Californy |
| A | D |
Where instead of diggin’ | praties, I’ll be diggin’ lumps of | gold |
Verse 1:
G | D | G |
I’ll tell me ma, when I go home……The | boys won’t leave the | girls alone |
G | D | G |
Pulled me hair, stolen me comb…. But | that’s alright, till | I go home |
G | C | G | D |
She is handsome, | she is pretty …… | She is the belle of | Dublin city |
G | C | G | D |
She is a-courting | one, two, three… | Pray, won’t you tell me | who is she? |
Verse 2:
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Albert Mooney says he loves her….. All the boys are fightin’ for her |
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Knock at the door, they’re ringin’ the bell ….Say, "Hello, my true love are you well?" |
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Out she comes white as snow……Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes |
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Ol’ Jenny Murray says she’ll die…If she doesn’t get the fellow with the roving eye |
Verse 1:
G | C |
I’ve been a wild rover for many’s the | year |
| G | D | G |
And I’ve | spent all me | money on whiskey and | beer |
| C |
But now I’m returning with gold in great | store |
| G | D |
And I | never will | play the wild rover no more |
Chorus
| D |
And it’s | no, nay, never |
G | C |
No, nay never no | more |
| G | C |
Will I | play the wild | rover |
Verse 2:
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I went to an alehouse I used to frequent |
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I told the landlady my money was spent |
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I ask her for credit, she answered me nay |
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Such a custom as yours I can have any day |
Chorus
| D |
And it’s | no, nay, never |
G | C |
No, nay never no | more |
| G | C |
Will I | play the wild | rover |
Verse 1:
G |
In a neat little town they called Belfast |
| D |
Apprentice to trade I was | bound |
G | Em |
And the many an hour’s sweet | happiness |
Am | D | G |
Have I spent in | that little | town |
Verse 2:
G |
A sad misfortune did strike me |
| D |
Which caused me to stray from the | land |
G | Em |
Far away from me friends and | relations |
Am | D | G |
Betrayed by the | black velvet | band |
Verse 3:
G |
Her eyes they shown like diamonds |
| D |
I thought her the queen of the | land |
G | Em |
And her hair, it hung over her | shoulder |
Am | D | G |
Tied up with a | black velvet | band |
Verse 1:
G |
I met my love by the gas works wall |
| C | G |
Dreamed a | dream by the old | canal |
G |
I kissed my girl by the factory wall |
| D | Em |
Dirty old | town Dirty old | town |
Verse 2:
G |
Clouds are drif---ting across the moon |
| C | G |
Cats are | prowling on their | beat |
G |
Spring’s a girl from the streets at night |
| D | Em |
Dirty old | town Dirty old | town |
Outro:
| D | Em |
Dirty old | town Dirty old | town (2X) |
Verse 1:
D | Bm |
As I was a goin’ over the | far famed Kerry mountains |
G | D |
I met with Captain Farrell and his | money he was counting |
| Bm |
I first produced my pistol and I | then produced my rapier |
| G | D |
Saying | "stand and deliver" for | he were a bold deceiver |
Chorus
A |
Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da |
D | A | D |
There’s whiskey | in the | jar |
Verse 2:
D | Bm |
I counted out his money and | it made a pretty penny |
G | D |
I put it in me pocket and I | took it home to Jenny |
| Bm |
She sighed and she swore that she | never would deceive me |
| G | D |
But the | devil take the women for they | never can be easy |
Chorus
A |
Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da |
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Laughin’ and a-runnin’, hey, hey |
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In the misty morning fog with |
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Our, our hearts a-thumping and you |
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And you, my brown-eyed girl |
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Going down the old mine with a |
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Standing in the sunlight laughing |
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Hiding ’hind a rainbow’s wall |
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All along the waterfall with you |
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Do you remember when we used to sing? |
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Sha-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la tee-da |
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Sha-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la tee-da, la-tee-da |
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Now that I’m all on my own |
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I saw you just the other day |
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Cast my memory back there, Lord |
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Sometimes I’m overcome thinking ’bout it |
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Making love in the green grass |
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Behind the stadium with you |
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Do you remember when we used to sing? |
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Sha-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la tee-da |
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Sha-la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la tee-da |
Brian: capo 2 frets, play in D
Zé and David: no capo, play in E
Verse 1:
E | D | E | E | D | E |
Life goes on | day after | day… | Hearts torn in | every | way |
| E | G#m7 | F#m | B |
So | ferry ’cross the | Mersey… ’Cause this | land’s the place I | love… |
| E | | D | | E | | D |
And here I’ll | stay | | | | | | |
Verse 2:
E | D | E | D | E |
People, they | rush every | where… Each with their | own secret | care |
| E | G#m7 | F#m | B |
So | ferry ’cross the | Mersey… And | always take me | there |
Bridge
F#m | B | E | F#m | B | E |
People a | round every | corner… | Seem to s | mile and | say |
F#m | B | G#m | C#m |
We don’t | care what your | name is, | boy… |
F#7 | B7 |
We’ll never turn you a | way |
Verse 3:
E | D | D | E |
So I’ll con | tinue to say…..Here I | always will | stay |
| E | G#m7 | F#m | B |
So | ferry ’cross the | Mersey… ’Cause this | land’s the place I | love… |
Brian: capo 2 frets, play in D
Zé and David: no capo, play in E
Verse 1:
E | B | A |
Dirty old river, | must you keep rolling…. | Flowing into the night? |
E | B | A |
People so busy, | make me feel dizzy….. | Taxi light shines so bright |
Bridge
| F#m | F#m-maj7 | | F#m7 | B | A | E | B | A |
But I | don’ | t | need no | friends | … | As long as I | gaze on Waterloo | sunset… I am in | paradise |
F#m | B |
Every day, I look at the world from my | window… |
| F#m | B |
But | chilly, chilly is the evening time… | Waterloo sunset’s fine |
Verse 2:
E | B | A |
Terry meets Julie…. | Waterloo station… | Every Friday night |
| E | B | A |
But | I am so lazy, | don’t want to wander… | I stay at home at night |
Bridge
| F#m | F#m-maj7 | | F#m7 | B | E | B | A |
But I | don’ | t | feel a | fraid | … As long as I | gaze on Waterloo | sunset… I am in | paradise |
F#m | B |
Every day, I look at the world from my | window |
| F#m | B |
But | chilly, chilly is the evening time… | Waterloo sunset’s fine |
Verse 3:
E | B | A |
Millions of people | swarming like flies ’round… | Waterloo underground |
| E | B | A |
But | Terry and Julie cross | over the river… | Where they feel safe and sound |
Bridge
| F#m | F#m-maj7 | | F#m7 | B | A | E | B |
And they | don’ | t | need no | friends | … | As long as they | gaze on Waterloo | sunset… They are in paradise |
Em | C | D | G |
I want to | live, | I want to | give |
Em | C | D | G |
I’ve been a | miner for a | heart of | gold |
Em | C | D | G |
It’s these | expressions | I never | give |
Em | G |
That keeps me searchin’ for a | heart of gold |
C | G |
And I’m getting old | x 2 |
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I’ve been to Hollywood, I’ve been to Redwood |
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I crossed the ocean for a heart of gold |
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I’ve been in my mind, it’s such a fine line |
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That keeps me searchin’ for a heart of gold…..And I’m getting old x 2 |
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Keep me searchin’ for a heart of gold |
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You keep me searchin’ and I’m growing old |
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Keep me searchin’ for a heart of gold |
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I’ve been a miner for a heart of gold |