Daoiri Farrell - Paddy's Green Shamrock Shore Chords

Another classic. I first heard Daoiri play this song in 2011 at a ceilidh at a workshop weekend in Halle, Germany. I asked him the next day to play it for me. He played it on my bouzouki, made by Heiner Dreizehnter.

 

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{t:Paddy’s Green Shamrock Shore}

Capo 0 oder 7, Dulcimer DAA Capo 1

From [D]Derry [D/A]quay we [D]sailed a[D/A]way on the [C]twenty-[C/B]third of [D]May

We were [G/B]taken on [D]board by a [D/A]pleasant [D]crew, bound for A[D/A]meri[C]kay

Fresh [G/B]water [D]there we did [D/A]take on, five [D]thousand [D/A]gallons or [C]more        

In [D]case we’d run [D/A]short going [D]to New [D/A]York 

far [C]away from the [C/B]shamrock [D]shore. 

Daoiri chords:

So [D]fare thee well, sweet Liza dear and like[C]wise unto [G/B]Derry [D]town

And [G]twice fare[Am]well to my [D]comrade boys that [Am]dwell on that [G]sainted [Am]ground

If [G]fortune or [Am]fame shall [D]favor me, and [Am]I to have [G]money in [C]store

I’ll go [D]back and I’ll wed the wee lassie I left on [C]Paddy’s green [G]shamrock [D]shore. 

Oh at [D]six o'clock on that [D]morning fair our [C]anchors [G/B]we did [D]weigh,

The [G]sun shone [Am]down on Ben[D]evassa’s rocks, how [Am]splendid [G]he did [C]play,

And green [G]castles, [Am]ancient [D]fort and church, oh it [Am]made my [G]heart so [C]sore,

But these [D]memorys still I will hold very dear when I‘m a[C]way from the [G]Shamrock [D]Shore.

And then at [D]12 o'clock on that [D]evening fair we [C]passed out [G/B]Malin [D]Head,

And then [G]Inishtra[Am]hull far [D]on to the right, it [Am]rose of the [G]ocean [C]bed.

But a [G]grander [Am]sight we [D]all did see there, that I [Am]never had [G]seen be[C]fore

It was the [D]sun going down between sea and sky, far [C]out from the [G]Shamrock [D]Shore.

We sailed three weeks, we were all seasick, not a man on board was free

We were all confined unto our bunks and no-one to pity poor me.

No father dear nor mother kind to lift up my head, which was sore

Which made me think more on the lassie I left on Paddy’s green shamrock shore. 

We safely reached the other side after fifteen and twenty days,

We were taken as passengers by a man and led round in six different ways,

Then each of us drank a parting glass, in case we might meet no more

And we drank a health to old Ireland and Paddy’s green shamrock shore.