The Reason I Left Mullingar chords by Patrick Reilly

• Difficulty: Beginner

Key: C


Intro:

Am G F C Bb F C G


Verse 1:
  Am               G      F    C
I walk through the city a stranger
     Bb          F          C      G
In a land I can, never call ho-o-o-ome
  Am            G           F      C
I curse the sad notion that caused me
   Am                      G
In search of my fortune to roam
    Am       G           F      C
I'm weary of working and drink-ing
      Bb           F           C      G
And a week's wages left in the ba-a-a-ar
    Am         G             F             C
And Lord it's a shame for to use a friend's name
   Am                     G
to beg for the price of a jar

Chorus:
   Am           G            F      C
I rembemer that bright April morning,
       Bb           F       C      G
When I left home to travel afa-a-a-ar,
       Am               G
But to work till you're dead,
        F          C
For one room and a bed, Is not the
F        G          C
reason I left Mullingar


Am G F C - F G C


Verse 2:
     Am         G       F    C
This London's a city of heartbreak,
   Bb             F              C       G
On Friday there's friends by the sco-o-o-ore,
    Am             G           F   C
But when the pay's finished on Mon-day,
  Am                       G
A friend's not a friend anymore,
        Am          G           F   C
For the working day seems never end–ing,
         Bb         F              C       G
From the shovel and pick there's no br-e-e-eak,
    Am              G              F   C
And when you're not working you're spending,
    Am                       G
The fortune you left home to make.




Chorus:
   Am           G            F    C
I remember that bright April morn–ing,
       Bb           F       C      G
When I left home to travel afa-a-a-ar,
       Am               Em
But to work till you're dead,
        F          C
For one room and a bed, Is not the
F        G          C
reason I left Mullingar.


Am G F C - F G C


Verse 3:
        Am        G               F     C
And for every man here that finds for-tune,
    Bb            F           C      G
And comes home to tell of the ta-a-a-ale,
     Am          G           F    C
Each morning the broadway is crow-ded,
     Am                    G
With many the thousand who fail,
   Am           G            F    C
So young men of Ir’land take warn-ing,
   Bb         F          C      G
In London you never will fi-i-i-ind,
    Am          G          F    C
The gold at the end of the rain-bow,
    Am                        G
You might just have left it behind.


Outro:
   Am           G            F    C
I remember that bright April morn-ing,
       Bb           F       C      G
When I left home to travel afa-a-a-ar,
       Am               G
But to work till you're dead,
        F          C
For one room and a bed, Is not the
F        G          Am
reason I left Mullingar,
        F        G          C
Not the reason I left Mullingar


Am G F C - F G C