Chordproc: Christy Moore

Christy Moore


  1. Aisling
  2. Blackjack County Chains (Red Lane)
  3. Fairytale Of New York
  4. Joxer Goes To Stuttgart
  5. North And South Of The River
  6. Smoke And Strong Whiskey
  7. Welcome To The Cabaret

Aisling

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See the bright new moon is rising
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Above the land of black and green
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Hear the rebels voices calling
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I will not die though you bury me
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The aunt upstairs in the bed she's calling
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"Why has he forsaken me?"
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Faded pictures in the hallway
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Which one of them brown ghosts is he?
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Bless the wind that shakes the barley
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Curse the spade and curse the plough
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I've counted years and weeks and days
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And I wish to God that I was with you now
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Fare thee well me black-haired diamond
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Fare thee well me own Aisling
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At night fond dreams of you still haunt me
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Far across the grey north sea
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And the wind it blows from the North and South
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To the East And to the West
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I will be like the wind my love
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For I will know no rest
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Until I return to thee
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1, 2, 3, 4 telegraph poles
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Burning on the cold black road
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The night is fading into morning
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Give us a drop of your sweet poitin
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The rain was lashing, the sun was rising
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The wind was howling through the trees
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The madness from the mountains crawling
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When I saw you first my own Aisling
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Bless the wind that shakes the barley
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Curse the spade and curse the plough
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I've counted years and weeks and days
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And I wish to God I was with you now
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Fare thee well me black-haired diamond
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Fare thee well me0 own Aisling
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At night fond dreams of you still haunt me
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Far across the grey north sea



Blackjack County Chains (Red Lane)

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I was sittin' beside the road in Black Jack County
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Not knowing that that the Sheriff paid a bounty
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For men like me that didn't have a penny to their name
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So he locked my leg to 35 pounds of Black Jack County Chains And all we had to eat was bread and water And each day we built the road a mile and a quarter A Black Snake Whip, would cut the back, of any man who complained But we couldn't fight back wearing 35 pounds of Black Jack County Chains One night while the Sheriff was gently sleeping We all gathered round him slowly creeping Heaven help me to forget that night in the cold cold rain When we beat him to death with 35 pounds of Black Jack County Chains
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now the whip marks are all healed and I'm thankful, There's nothing but the scar around my ankle. But most of all I'm glad no man will be a slave again, To a Black Snake Whip, and 35 pounds of Black Jack County Chain. To a Black Snake Whip, and 35 pounds of Black Jack County Chain.



Fairytale Of New York

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It was Christmas Eve babe in the drunk tank
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An old man said, Son, won't see another one
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And then he sang a song The Rare Old Mountain Dew
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I turned my face away and dreamed about you Got on a lucky one came in eighteen to one I've got a feeling this year's for me and you So happy Christmas, I love you baby There's gonna be some goodtime when all our dreams come true
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They've got cars big as bars, they've got rivers of gold
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But the wind goes right through you; it's no place for the old
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When you first took my hand, on a cold Christmas Eve
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You promised me Broadway was waiting for me.
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You were handsome you were pretty, queen of New York City
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When the band finished playing they howled out for more
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Sinatra was swinging, all the drunks they were singing
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We kissed on a corner then danced through the night.
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The boys of the NYPD choir were singing "Galway Bay"
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And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day
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I could have been someone, well so could anyone
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You took my dreams from me when I first found you
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I kept them with me babe; I put them with my own
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Can't make it all alone, I've built my dreams around you The boys of the NYPD choir were singing "Galway Bay" And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day
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You're a bum, you're a punk, you're an old slut on junk
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Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
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You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot
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Happy Christmas my arse, I'd rather be dead.
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The boys of the NYPD choir were singing "Galway Bay"
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And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day
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So happy Christmas, I love you baby
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There's gonna be some goodtime when all our dreams come true
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So, happy christmas, I love you baby



Joxer Goes To Stuttgart

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It was in the year of '88 in the lovely month of June
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When the gadflies were swarming and dogs howling at the moon
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With rosary beads and sandwiches for Stuttgart we began
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Joxer packed his German phrasebook and jumpleads for the van. Some of the lads had never been away from home before 'Twas the first time Whacker put his foot outside of Inchicore Before we left for Europe we knew we'd need a plan So we all agreed that Joxer was the man to drive the van. In Germany the autobahn, 'twas like the Long Mile Road There was every make of car and van all carrying the full load Ford Transits and Hiaces and an old Bedford from Tralee With the engine overheating from longhauling duty free. There was fans from Ballygermot, Ballybough and Ballymun On the journey of a lifetime, and the crack was ninety-one Joxer met a German's daughter on the banks of the river Rhine And he told her she'd be welcome in Ballyfermot any time. As soon as we found Stuttgart we got the wagons in a ring Sean Og got out the banjo and Peter played the mandolin There was fans there from everywhere attracted by the sound At the first Fleadh Ceoil in Europe, and Joxer passed the flagon round. But the session it ended when we'd finished all the stout The air mattresses inflated and the sleeping bags rolled out As one by one we fell asleep Joxer had a dream He dreamt himself and Jack Charlton sat down to pick the team. Joxer dreamt they both agreed on Packie Bonner straightaway And that Moran, Whelan and McGrath were certainly to play But tempers they began to rise and patience wearing thin Jack wanted Cascarino but Joxer wanted Quinn. The dream turned into a nightmare, Joxer stuck the head on Jack Who wanted to bring Johnny Giles and Eamon Dunphy back The cock crew in the morning, it crew both loud and shrill Joxer woke up in his sleeping bag many miles from Arbour Hill. The next morning none of the experts gave us the slightest chance They said the English team would lead us on a merry dance With their Union Jacks all them English fans for victory they were set Until Ray Houghton got the ball and he stuck it in the net. What happened next is history, brought tears to many eyes That day will be the highlight of many people's lives Joxer climbed right over the top and the last time he was seen Was arm in arm with Jack Charlton singing, Revenge for Skibereen. Now Whacker's back in Inchicore, he's living with his mam And Jack Charlton has been proclaimed an honorary Irishman Do you remember that German's daughter on the banks of the river Rhine Well, didn't she show up in Ballyfermot last week and ...



North And South Of The River

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I want to reach out over the Loch
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And feel your hand across the water
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Walk with you along an unapproved road
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Not looking over my shoulder
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I wanna see, and I wanna hear
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To understand your fears
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But we're north and south of the river I've been doing it wrong all of my life This holy town has turned me over A young man running from what he didn't understand While the wind from the Loch just get colder, colder There was a badness that had its way But love wasn't lost, love will have its day North and south of the river North and south of the river Can we stop playing this old tattoo Darling I don't have the answer I wanna meet you where you are I don't need ya to surrender 'Cause there's no feeling that's so alone As when the one you're hurting is your own North and south of the river North and south of the river North and south of the river Some high ground is not worth taking Some connections are not worth making This old church bell no longer ringing Some old songs are not worth bringing North... / Higher ground is not worth taking



Smoke And Strong Whiskey

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Kids wear white garters and smell like their mothers
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Whose husbands and fathers alike
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Drink black beer in the same public houses
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Smelling of smoke and strong whiskey Mammies and daddies and skipping ropes Lectures from priests, living in hope They've not mistaken the brand of their coats Paid for by their spiritual teachings A busy year this, the streets running red How many sent to a nuptial bed And how many sent home to a winter of graves And how many wait in for the slaughter
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Oh-oh the holy ground
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Ceud mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see
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Oh-oh the holy ground
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The faraway hills aren't as green as they once used to be
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It's Easter again and we cannot forget Brothers and sisters and all that was said So practice your pipes, stand proud in the wet But the eyes of the world are upon you God in his mercy has given us men To lead us to peace but they can't bring an end To the profits that pay off the lease on the land We still send them over the water Seventeen years and Kelly's a man Who stands on the street with a gun in his hand He's protecting the pipers that play in the band While the enemy waits with an army Oh-oh the holy ground Ceud mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see Oh-oh the holy ground The faraway hills aren't as green as they once used to be Dia le hEireann, suckle the empire Dia le hEireann, suffer the loss Of the green to the blue while the media feeds On the blood and the pain and the hatred Father walks home on the colourless night And the organisation has blinded his sight His wife and his kids are sleeping tonight In the arms of sweet Jesus and Mary Oh-oh the holy ground Ceud mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see Oh-oh the holy ground The faraway hills aren't as green as they once used to be



Welcome To The Cabaret

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How's it going there everybody? You're very welcome to this evening's cabaret I want to thank you for the trouble you're after taking To come and hear me play I know the effort that you make and all the trouble that you have to take When you decide you're gonna go and see a show Your wife says Oh not Christy Moore, we've seen him loads of times before And we're going to miss Gay Byrne on the Late Late Show Well there's people here upon my word from every corner of the world Portarlington Portlaoise and Tullamore From Two Mile House and Poulaphouca From Blacktrench Cutbush and Boolea Such a crowd I've never seen before Well you are welcome welcome everyone Special branch you're on the run Fine Gael, Fianna Fail or Sinn Fein When the elections are all over We'll all be pushing up clover And everyone in the graveyard votes the same My belly thought my throat was cut And all the restaurants were shut as I was driving out through Kinnegad So I drove on to Mother Hubbard's where I saw a swarm of truckers And I said to myself this place doesn't look too bad In came a 40ft lorry leaking lines of slurry And the king of the road jumped down and he said to me Hey John, don't I know your face Are you Paddy Reilly or Brendan Grace? Are you Mary Black or Freddy White says he Wait til I tell you what happened to me today I was coming up the dual carriageway Half a mile the far side on Naas The Irish Army, they were all over the place So I pulled in and rolled my window down The saighdiuiri they surrounded my car I thought it was the third world war Some of the boys were throwin Shi'ite shapes I said brigadier general what appears to be the trouble He said "Don't forget your shovel" Have you any auld autographs or tapes? I do.. what about the leb?