Limerick Rake

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[Verse 1]
[G]I am a young fel[B]
low that's saisy and [G]bold
In
Castletown,
Connors, I'm very well [B]known
In
Newcastle
[B]West I spent many an [G]oath
With
Kitty and
Judy and
Mary
Me [G]parents rebuked me
for being such a rake
And for spending me time
in such frolic[C]some ways
[G]I ne 'er could forget
the good nature of
Jane,
Yer a fog o' my jude, mar a thashe.
[C]My parents had [G]reared me
to shake and to mow,
To [G]plough and to harrow,
to reap and to [B]sow.
Me [G]heart been too airy to drop it too low, I
set down on a high speculation.
[C]On [G]paper and parchment
[G]they taught me to [B]write,
[G]And in
Euclid and grammar they opened [C]my eyes.
[G]And in multiplication, in truth, I was bright,
yet [G]a foggum would [C]shoot my repose.
If ye chance for to [G]go to the town of
Rathkeel, the girdles all around
[G]me do flock on [B]the square.
[G]Now some offer me apples, and others sweet cake, and they
[G]treats me unknowns to their parents.
There's one from
Askeaton, and one [C]from the pike,
[G]and another from
Ard, and my [B]heart has beguiled.
Though [C]being [G]from the mountains, her stockings are white,
and I'd love to be tightening
her girthers.
[G]No, to quarrel for riches I
ne 'er was inclined,
For the [G]greatest of misers
they must leave
all be[B]hind.
But I'll purchase a cow that'll never run dry,
And I'll milk her [G]be twistin' or hardin'.
John
Damer [C]of
Shrone had plenty of gold,
And
Lord
[G]Devonshire's treasures are twenty
times [C]more.
But should they're laid on their backs amidst nettles [C]and stones,
[Abm]You'd have fogged them
[C#m]with shrewd maratache.
The old cow could be milked without clover or grass,
[G]She'd be pampered on [C#m]barley,
sweet corn, and the hops.
She'd be warm, she'd be stout,
she'd [G]be free in the paps,
And she'd milk without spence
and her halter.
And the man that would drink, he'd eat
cock[C]y's coffee,
And [G]if anyone laughs,
[B]we'd have wigs in the green.
And the feeble old hag,
she'd [G]get supple and free,
And a foggum would [C#m]shoot maritha's
shade.
Now there's [G]some say I'm foolish,
there's some say I'm wise,
Though being fond of the women, I think,
is no [Bm]crime.
[B]Sure, the son [G]of
King
David, he had ten thousand wives,
And his wisdom was highly regarded.
I'll till a good garden [C]and work at my ease,
And each woman [G]and child
could partake [B]of the same.
If there'd be war in the cabin themselves,
[Em]they could blame you if[G]
Fogham would shoot
[C#m]Mor rith
Horshay.
But now for the future, I think I'll get wise and
I'll marry all those women who acted
[C]so kind.
Aye, I'd marry them all on the morrow by -and
-by if the clergy'd agree to the bargain.
And then when I'd [G]be old and me [C]soul be at rest,
all [G]those children and wives they
could keen at me wake.
Aye, they'd all gather
round, and they'd offer up prayers
To the
Lord for the soul of their father.