Luke Ward - Lesson on how to play "Paddy's Green Shamrock Shore"

Luke Ward has published a lot of fantastic videos on his Patreon Site. If you haven't checked them you should do it now. 

Now he has shared another video on youtube for free. If you want the notation you can find it on his patreon.

This is my chordsheet which I shared here some time ago, not the one Luke plays. I added 2 verses Daoiri sings sometimes.

{t:Paddy’s Green Shamrock Shore}

{st:Daoiri Farrell}

From [D]Derry quay we sailed a[G]way [D]

on the [C]twenty-[G/B]third of [D]May

We were [G]taken on [Am]board by a [D]pleasant crew, 

bound [Am]for A[G]meri[C]kay

Fresh [G]water [Am]there we did [D]take on, 

five [C]thou[G]sa[D]nd [G]gal[D]lons or [C]more        

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

[D]far a[C]way from the [G]shamrock [D]shore. 

So [D]fare thee well, sweet Liza [G]dear [D]

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 shall [Am]ever [D]favor me, 

and [Am]I do 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.