Hợp âm The Hackler From Grouse Hall

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[Verse 1]
[C]I a[E]m a r[C]ovin' hackler la[E]d
[C]that loves the shamrock shore
My name is Pat McDonald
and my age is eighty -four
Beloved and well -respected
by my neighbours one and all
[E]On St. Patrick's [C]Day
I would like to stray
round Lavey and Grouse Hall
When I was young I danced and sung
and drank strong whisky too
It's sheep and shop [Fm]that sold a drop
of real old Mountain [C]Dew
[Bb]But Pudg[C]in's still on every hill,
the Peelers had no call
Round Sweet Stradone
I [Edim]am well known,
round [C]Lavey and Grouse Hall
I used to go from town to town
for hackling was my trade
There came the night I thought I'd [Fm]die,
an [Eb]honest living [Bbm]maid
[Bb]For [C]ere it's day be night or day,
the youth would always call
To have the crack with [Eb]Paddy Jack,
the hackler from Grouse [C]Hall
[Fm]I th[C]ink it's the range
how very much the times have changed
of late Coercion, that was all,
they're [Fm]out with dealers on [Eb]their bait
[Bbm]To take it, ala[C]s, is now alas,
the greatest crime of all
Oh, since Balfour placed that [Eb]hungry beast,
the sergeant [C]from Grouse Hall
Is busy too with the casserole,
he wanders night and day
He'll take a goat,
I'll buy the throat for one to better pray
[Bb]The nast[C]y skunk,
he'll swear you're drunk,
though you've had none at all
There is no peace [Eb]around the place
since he [C]came to [Bb]Grouse [C]Hall
It was on pretence of his offence,
he dragged me off to jail,
Alone to dwell in a cold cell,
me fortune to be[Bb]wail.
Before [C]he had a nap
like bedsit runs for vengeance call,
He rue'd the day he dragged away
the hackler from Rosehall.
He run't hell -bell down into hell
to search for Pudge in there,
And won't be loath to swear an oath
he [Eb]found it in Kilkare.
[Bb]The nymp[C]hs are fed from foot to head,
sheets, blankets, tick and all
Your wife undressed must [Eb]leave the
nest for Jemmy for ungrows [C]all
Come, old and young,
clear up your lung
and sing this little song
Come join with me and let them
see you all resent the [Bb]wrong
And while I [C]live
I'll always give a prayer for his downfall
And when I die, I [Eb]don't deny,
[Bb]I'll haunt him from grows
[C]tall
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