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KAPO 7 FRET

I'LL TELL ME MA

      G                                         D7                               G
I'll tell me ma when I get home, the boys won't leave the girls alone,
 G                                               D7                    G
Pulled me hair, stole me comb but that's allright till I go home.
  G                      C                 G                        D7
She is handsome, she is pretty she is the Belle of Dublin city,
  G                      C                   G                   D7       G
She is a courtin' a one two three, Pray can you tell me who is she?

## (For the next verses, you can swap the chord patterns of the
## first two lines and second two lines, so you start with G C G D7
## for the first line. Dubliners usualy do swap, but not always.
## Do as you like better....)

Albert Mooney says he loves her, all the boys are fightin' for her,
Knock at the door, ring at the bell, and "Oh, me true love, are you well?"
Out she comes, white as snow, rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Ould Johny Morrissey says she'll  die,
                          if she doesn't get a fella with the roving eye.

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high,
                          and the snow comes a travelin' through the sky,
She's as sweet as an apple pie, she'll get her own lad by and by,
When she gets a lad of her own, she won't tell her ma when she gets home.
Let them all come as they will, It's Albert Mooney she loves still.

 

 

  
 		  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

KAPO 7 FRET

G                                EM            
As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains,
C                                                G
I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was count'n.
 G                                             EM  
I first produced me pistol, and then produced me rapier,
       C                                        G
Saying stand and deliver for you are the bold deceiver.
       D
Musha rig um du rum da
G
Whack fol the daddy o
C
Whack fol the daddy o
       G            D      G
There's whiskey in the jar

I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny,
I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny.
She sighed and she swore that she never would deceave me,
But the devil take the women for they never can be easy.

Chorus

I went up to me chamber all for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and sure it was no wonder,
But Jenny drew me charges and she filled them up with water,
And sent for Captain Farrel, to be ready for the slaughter.

Chorus

'Twas early in the morning before I rose to travel,
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise Captain Farrell;
I first produce my pistol, for she stole away my rapier
But I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken.

Chorus

And if anyone can aid me, 'tis my brother in the army,
If I could learn his station in Cork or in Killarney.
And if he'd come and join me we'd go roving through Kilkenny,
I'm sure he'd treat me fairer than my own sporting Jenny.

Chorus

There's some takes delight in the carriages a rolling,
Some takes delight in the hurley or the bowlin'.
But I takes delight in the juice of the barley,
And courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early.

Chorus