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D G My name is John O'Reilly And my father worked the fields D A In the hills of ol' Kilarney Where I helped him turn the wheels D G My arms grew hard as iron For a boy of 17 D A D And I used my fists for gamblin' In those wet Kilarney streets D G Well the ship left for America I took my pack aboard D A Said goodbye to my dear Ireland Said a prayer to my dear Lord D G I fought those sorry guineas In the kitchen they called hell D A D I fought 'em for their dollar And those guineas paid me well CHORUS: D G Fair thee well fair Dover Fair thee well your seasons turn D A D For my pockets will be jingling On the day of my return The day of my return D G I fought in New York City and I Fought the Jersey shore D A My gut stayed full o' whiskey My bed stayed full o' whores D G They called my right a cannonball My left they called the same D A D I left 'em all a lyin' half in blood And the other half in shame D G I met a man on '32 and he stuck out his hand D A He offered me a 1,000 if I'd fall before his man D G I said it could be done but only for another two D A D He smiled at me and nodded as I Stuck in my shoe CHORUS: D G Fair thee well fair Dover Fair thee well your seasons turn D A D For my pockets will be jingling On the day of my return The day of my return D G They rang the bell two times Before I let I'd have my nose D A I let him work my left until My eye was swollen closed D G Then I let loose a right that they Still talk about today D A D For that guinea didn't know that I had bet the other way D G They covered every dock at every Port there on the coast D A Lookin' for the double crosser Who had turned into a ghost D G But I was on a train my friend That rolled the other way D A D I I'll sail from California back To Dublin one fine day CHORUS: D G Fair thee well fair Dover Fair thee well your seasons turn D A D For my pockets will be jingling On the day of my return The day of my return D G Fair thee well fair Dover Fair thee well your seasons turn D A D For my pockets will be jingling On the day of my return The day of my return
Written by Charlie Robison
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