darby oleary

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[Verse 1]
[Am]One evening of late as
I [C]happened [F]to stray
To the [C]County Tip[G]perary
I straight took my way
[Am]To dig the potatoes and work [C]by the [F]day
for a [C]farmer called [G]Darby [Am]O'Leary.

[Verse 2]
I asked him how [F]far we
were [C]bound for to go
The [F]night being [G]dark and
the cold wind did blow
I [Am]was hungry and tired
and my spirit[C]s w[F]ere low
for I [C]got neither whis[G]key nor wa[Am]ter.

[Verse 3]
The dirty old [Am]miser he
[C]mounted [F]his steed
[C]To the [G]Galbally mountains he
rode in great speed
[Am]I followed behind 'til my
[C]poor feet did [F]bleed
when we [C]stopped when his [G]old
horse was [Am]weary.

[Verse 4]
When we came to his [F]cottage I [C]entered it first
it [F]seemed like [G]a kennel or
a ruined old church
Says [Am]I to myself I am le[C]ft in the lurch
[F]in the hou[C]se of old Dar[G]by O'L[Am]eary

[Verse 5]
I well [Am]recollect it [C]was [F]Michalmass night
To a [C]hearty good [G]supper
he did me invite
[Am]A cup of sour milk that was
more [C]green than [F]white
And it [C]gave me [G]the trotting dis[Am]order

[Verse 6]
The wet old [Am]potatoes [F]would
[C]poison the cats
And the [G]barn where my bed was
was swarming with rats
The [Am]fleas would have frightened
the fear[C]less St. [F]Pat
who [C]banished [G]the snakes o'er the [Am]border.

[Verse 7]
He worked me by [Am]day and he
[C]worked me by [F]night,
while he [C]held an old [G]candle
to give me some light
I [Am]wished his potatoes would
die [C]of [F]the blight
or him[C]self would go [G]off with [Am]the fairies.

[Verse 8]
It was on this old [Am]miser I
looked [C]with a frown
When [F]the straw was brought [G]in
for to make my shakedown
And [Am]I wished I had never
seen him [C]nor his town
[F]nor the[C] sky above Dar[G]by O'L[Am]eary.

[Verse 9]
I've worked [Am]in Kilconnel, I've
[C]worked [F]in Killmore
I [C]worked in [G]Knoockan
nie and Shamballamore
In [Am]Kalisanaker and [C]Sollah[F]ed Moore
[C]with farmers so [G]decent [Am]and cheery.

[Verse 10]
I've worked in Tipper[F]ary,
the [C]Rag and Ross Green
At the [F]mount [G]of Killfegal, the Bridge
of Orleans
But such [Am]woeful starvation I [C]never yet [F]seen
As I [C]got from old [G]Darby [Am]O'Leary

[Outro 1]
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