Another Irish Drinking Song chords by Da Vincis Notebook

Chords with lyrics

Another Irish Drinking Song by Da Vinci's Notebook

Da Vinci's Notebook is an a capella group, but their songs are to funny to be left unaccompanied.
This is a simple version, I'm sure you could add in some more chords at places,
but the basic feel of the song is back and forth between C majorC and F, with G+G thrown in
for good measure.
Chords Used: G+G

C majorC
Gather ’round, ye lads and lasses, set ye for a while
                G+G
And hearken to me mournful tale of the Emerald Isle
C majorC
Let’s all raise our glasses high to friends and family gone
                C majorC
And lift our voices in another Irish drinking song

C majorC
Consumption took me mother and me father got the pox
                   G+G
Me brother drank the whiskey ’til he wound up in a box
C majorC
My other brother in the Troubles met with his demise
                 C majorC
My sister has forever closed her smiling Irish eyes


CHORUS:
C majorC
Now everybody’s died
   FF
So until our tears are dried
C majorC
We’ll drink and drink and drink and drink,
              G+G
and then we’ll drink some more
C majorC
We’ll dance and sing and fight
      FF
until the early morning light
         C majorC
Then we’ll throw up, pass out, wake up, and then go drinking once again

****Same pattern for the rest of the song****

Kenny was killed in Kilkenny and Claire, she died in Clare
Tip from Tipperary died out in the Derry air
Shannon jumped into the River Shannon back in June
Ernie fell into the Erne, and Tom is in the Toome

“Cleanliness is godliness” me Uncle Pat would sing
He broke his neck a’slippin’ on a bar of Irish Spring
O’Grady, he was 80 though his bride was just a pup
He died upon the honeymoon when she got his Irish up

CHORUS

Joe Murphy fought with Reilly near the banks of old Doneen
He took out his shillelagh and he stabbed him in the spleen
Crazy Uncle Mike believed he was a leprechaun -
In fact he’s just a leper, and his arms and legs are gone

When Timmy Johnson broke his neck it was a cryin’ shame
He wasn’t really Irish, but he went to Notre Dame
McNamara crossed the street and by a bus was hit
But he was just a Scotsman, so nobody gave a (ARRGHH)

CHORUS

Me drunken Uncle Brendan tried to drive home from the bar
The road rose up to meet him when he fell out of his car
Irony was what befell my great-grand Uncle Sam
He choked upon the very last potato in the land

Conor lived in Ulster town, he used to smuggle arms
Until the British killed him and cut off his lucky charms
And dear old Father Flanagan, who left the lord’s employ
Drunk on sacramental wine, beneath the altar boy

CHORUS

(slower)

Someday soon I’ll leave this world of pain and toil and sin
The Lord will take me by the hand to join all of me kin
Me only wish is when the Savior comes for me and you
(n.c.)
He kills the cast of Riverdance, and Michael Flatley too