Sunday 5 May 2024

Robin Jones - Plains Of Kildare - Andy Irvine

 A new post by Robin Jones. This time a nice interpretation of Plains of Kildare which was made well known by Andy Irvine.


Lyrics and chords from Ultimate Guitar:

[Verse 1]
Dm                              C            G
Come all you bold sportsmen and listen to my story
Dm                             C                Dm
It’s about noble Stewball that gallant racing pony
Dm                                   F/C              C
Arthur Marble was the man that first brought Stewball here
       F             C                           G
For to run with Miss Griesel on the Plains of Kildare.
 
[Verse 2]
Dm                              C          G
O the fame of his actions we’ve heard of before
Dm                          C          Dm
But now he is challenged by young Mrs. Gore
Dm                                F             C
For to run with Miss Griesel that handsome grey mare
        F             C                           Dm
For ten thousand gold guineas on the Plains of Kildare.
 
Dm         G
 
[Verse 3]
Dm                                        C               G
And the cattle they were brought out with saddle whip and bridle
Dm                                 C                    Dm
And the gentlemen did shout at the sight of the gallant riders
Dm                             F            C
And in viewing the cattle just as they came there
        F             C                          Dm
O they all laid their money on the Monaghan grey mare.
 
Dm        G
 
[Verse 4]
Dm                             C             G
And the order it was given and away they did fly
Dm                         C                Dm
Stewball like an arrow the grey mare passed by
Dm                              F              C
If you had’ve been there for to see them going round
         F               C                                  Dm
You’d’ve thought to your heart their feet ne’er touched the ground.
 
Dm        G
 
[Verse 5]
Dm                                 C             G
And when at last they came to half way round the course
Dm                       C         Dm
Stewball and his rider began to discourse
Dm                              F           C
Says Stewball to the rider “Can you tell to me
        F       C                          G
How far is that grey mare this moment from me.”
 
F   G     Dm
 
[Verse 6]
Dm                              C            G
Says the rider to Stewball “You run in great style
Dm                              C           Dm
You’re ahead of the grey mare almost half a mile
Dm                             F         C
And if you keep your running I vow and I swear
         F             C                           G
That you never will be beaten by the Monaghan grey mare.”
 
F   G     Dm
 
[Verse 7]
 
Dm                              C               G
The last winning post, Stewball passed it quite handy
Dm                              C                Dm
Horse and rider both called for sherry, wine and brandy
Dm                                F          C
And they drank up a health to the noble grey mare
        F             C                           G
For she emptied their pockets on the Plains of Kildare. F/C: 5,3,0,0