A song from his first CD, first sung by the Furey's, I think. Please don't expect the chords to be 100% correct!
{t:McShane}
{st:Furey's}
{c:}
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My [D]name is McShane from the plains of Kildare
A farmer I was 'til the last year
'Til I took a notion of higher promotion
Went over to England the harvest to share
(only D first verse)
{soc}
[D]Rum Toora [CM7(no5)]La, [D]Rum Toora [CM7(no5)]Laddie,
[Gsus4]Rum Toora [CM7(no5)]La, Mush- a-rum Toora [D]Lay =run über rum "Toora Lay" = CAGD
{eoc}
I [D]parted with Molly so [CM7(no5)]blythe and so jolly
I [D]Picked up a stick for [CM7(no5)]a staff in me hand
And [D]to keep meself cheery for [CM7(no5)]fear I got [D]weary
I [G]sang "Paddy[Am]whack" as I [C]went on me [D]way.
I landed at Dumbarton on a fine summer's evening
Me bundle and staff I held them in me hands
There were some of them laughing and some of them chaffin'
More of them trying to stick Paddy away.
I went in to a woman to ask her for lodgings
She said "Me young man, now don't look so dull
For I will tell you where you will get lodgings
With a woman that lives next door to "The Black Bull".
So I went to this woman and asked her for lodgings
She instantly showed me to a bed in the room
And I being so tired, and worn out from walking,
I threw meself down in me bed in the room.
But a lump of a tinker lay up in the corner
He swore 'pon his soul sure he'd kill all was there
Says I "Me bold tinker, give over your braggin'
I'm bold McShane from the plains of Kildare!"
But he tried for to hit me a punch in the stomach
I instantly fetched him a one in the throat
And he tumbled heels over his head in the corner
Cut all his head in an old rusty pot.
He lay on the floor, like a sheep he was bleedin'
I swore 'pon my soul sure I'd cut off his life
But I lifted him up and sent down for a noggin
Me and the tinker we ended the strife.
My name is McShane from the plains of Kildare
A farmer I was until the last year
Till I took a notion of higher promotion
Went over to England the harvest to share.
Zac Fitzsimmons is a musician but also a worship pastor. He mostly plays worship songs.
Zac posted this song to youtube and later he made a tutorial how to play it, as he was asked for it. There are some good ideas on how to accompany a song to be found.
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.
Another song of Daoiri's repertoire. Don't know if it is exactly what he plays. It's the way I tend to play it.
{t:Bogies Bonny Belle} Capo 3 oder 7!
[G]As I went [C]in by [Am]Huntleigh [D]town, One [G]evening [Am]for to[G] see, I [Am]met with Bogey O’ [D]Cair[C]nee, And with[C] {soh}him{eoh} I [Am]did a[D]gree.
To [G]care for his [C]two best [Am]hor[D]ses, Or [G]cart or [Am]harrow or [G]plough, Or [Am]anything a[D]bout farm [C]work, That I [C]very [Am]well should [D]know.
Old [G]Bogey [C]had a [Am]daugh[D]ter, Her [G]name was [Am]Iso[G]bel, She’s the [Am]lily of the [D]val[C]ley, And the [C]primrose [Am]of the [D]dell.
And [G]when she [C]went out [Am]wa[D]lking, She [G]took me [Am]for her [G]guide, Down [Am]by the Burn O’[D]Cair[C]nee, To [C]watch the [Am]small fish [D]glide.
And [G]when three [C]months was [Am]past and [D]gone, This [G]girl she [Am]lost her [G]bloom. The [Am]red fell from her [D]rosy [C]cheeks, And her [C]eyes be[Am]gan to [D]swoon.
And [Bm]{soh}when{eoh} nine months were [Am]past and gone, She [G]bore to me a [Bm]son. And [Am]I was quickly [D]sent [C]for, To [C]see what [Am]could be [D]done.
I [G]said that [C]I would [Am]marry [D]her, but [G]no, that [Am]would not [G]do For [Am]you're not a match for my [D]bonnie [C]girl, And [C]she’s no [Am]match for [D]you.
Now she’s [G]married [C]to a [Am]tinker [D]lad, That [G]comes from [Am]Huntleigh [G]town. He sells [Am]pots and pans and [D]paraffin [C]lamps, And [C]scours the [Am]country [D]round.
[G]Maybe she's [C]gotten a [Am]better [D]match Old [G]Bogie [Am]cannot [G]tell But [Am]I was first to [D]win the [C]heart of [C]Bogie's [Am]bonnie [D]Belle.
I don't know if I posted this site before. Nevertheless, a good site to look at if you need to know a special chord. Look at: http://chords.cc/irishbouzoukigdad/d/major
Oh me [D]name is Pat Rainey, I'm a [A]travelling man I'll mend your auld pots, I'll [D]make you a can I'm prince among nomads, I'm [A]king of me clan [A]Fol dol lol [G]lol dol dol [D]day
I [D]tramps down the road with me [A]horse and me dog There's game in the fields and there's [D]turf in the bogs I sing like a lark as a[A]long I do jog [A]Fol dol lol [G]lol dol dol [D]day____ [A]
I camps by the river and I catches a fish
I've always got plenty to put in me dish
Me brogues and me shirt well I surely can stitch
Fol dol lol lol dol dol day
I grab hold of me pipes and I'll make for the town
Finds me a good seat and I'll sit me'self down
I squeeze on the bellows all the throng gathers round me
Fol dol lol lol dol dol day
I play 'Misses McClouds' and the 'Wind in the Gap'
And it pleases the crowd as they dance and they clap
And many's a bright shilling they throw in me cap for me
Fol dol lol lol dol dol day
Well I'm fond of the drink and I'm sure it's no crime
To sit down in the shebeen with comrades sublime
I dance till the morning, I'm no slave to time
Fol dol lol lol dol dol day
Well the housewife each night comes down from the farm
Her husband gets cold but I am quite warm
For here in me tent she'll come to no harm with me
Fol dol lol lol dol dol day
But when winter comes round for fear of the damp
I'll whistle the dog, down the road we will tramp
And that housewife will sigh when she sees we broke camp
All fol dol lol lol dol dol day
But when springtime comes round I'll pass back this way
Boil up me ol' billy and I'll have me some tea
I'll check if the buffer has one on the way for me
Fol dol lol lol dol dol day
For me name is Pat Rainey, I'm a travelling man
I'll mend your auld pots or I'll make you a can
I'm prince among nomads, I'm king of me clan
Fol dol lol lol dol dol day
One more of my chord sheets of Songs Daoiri sings:
Daoiri plays this one with capo on 2nd fret. This is how I play it, so maybe there are some differences ;-)
If you use the app songbook on iPad or iPhone just copy and paste. If you use a similar programme it might work, too.
{t:Windmills}
{c:Alan Bell}
Chords used:
D: 7,0,0,0 or 2,4,0,0, or 2,0,0,0
D/F#: 11,12,0,0
A: 2,2,0,2, or 6,7,0,0
A/E: 9,11,0,0
G: 0,0,2,0 or 0,5,0,2,0 or 4,5,5,0 or 4,5,0,0
G2: 0,9,10,0
[D]In days gone [A]by, when the [G]world was much [D]younger
Men [D]harnessed the [A]wind to [G]work for man[D]kind
[D]Seamen built [A]tall ships to [G]sail on the [D]ocean
While [D]landsmen built [A]wheels the [G]corn for to [D]grind
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And a[D/F#]round and a[A/E]round and a[G2]round went the [D]big sail
[D]Turning the [A]shaft and the [G]great wooden [D]wheel
[D]Creaking and [A]groaning, the [G]millstones kept [D]turning
[D]Grinding to [A]flour the good [G]corn from the [D]field
{eoc}
In Flanders and Spain and the lowlands of Holland
And the kingdoms of England and Scotland and Wales
Windmills sprang up all along the wild coastline
Ships of the land with their high canvas sails
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And a[D]round and a[A]round and a[G]round went the [D]big sail
[D]Turning the [A]shaft and the [G]great wooden [D]wheel
[D]Creaking and [A]groaning, the [G]millstones kept [D]turning
[D]Grinding to [A]flour the good [G]corn from the [D]field
{eoc}
In Lancashire, lads work hard at the good earth
Ploughing and sowing as the seasons declare
Waiting to reap all the rich, golden harvest
While the miller is idle, his mill to repair
{soc}
And a[D]round and a[A]round and a[G]round went the [D]big sail
[D]Turning the [A]shaft and the [G]great wooden [D]wheel
[D]Creaking and [A]groaning, the [G]millstones kept [D]turning
[D]Grinding to [A]flour the good [G]corn from the [D]field
{eoc}
Windmills of wood all blackened by weather
Windmills of stone, glaring white in the sun
Windmills like giants all ready for tilting
Windmills that died in the gales and the sun
{soc}
And a[D]round and a[A]round and a[G]round went the [D]big sail
[D]Turning the [A]shaft and the [G]great wooden [D]wheel
[D]Creaking and [A]groaning, the [G]millstones kept [D]turning
[D]Grinding to [A]flour the good [G]corn from the [D]field
To collect all my songs I use an app called "Songbook" which I really like. One of the main aspects for me is that it supports the bouzouki. So I can define chords as I like and play them if I want to.
Someone asked for chords of songs sung by Daoiri Farrell. As I have several songs on my iPad I'm going to post them here by and by. I use an app called "Songbook" which I really like. One of the main aspects for me is that it supports the bouzouki. So I can define chords as I like and play them if I want to.
Today I tried to tab the accompaniment to the tune The Girls Of Grallagh, a jig written by Colin Farrell. The bouzouki on this recording is played by Alan Murray, who now is member of Four Winds. He replaces Daoiri Farrell, who is a famous Singer now. You can listen to the recording on Bandcamp: https://colinfarrellband.bandcamp.com/track/the-girls-of-grallagh-the-hawthorne-hedge