Pogues - Limerick Rake Chords

 

Cm

variations
4 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
2
1
X
X
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X
4 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
X
X
2
1
11 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
2

4 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
         
         
         
         
         
X
2
1
X
3
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
4
4
4
X
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
4 fr
         
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
X
4 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4

9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3
11 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
No chord
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo
CmI am a young fellow that's easy and bold, In BCastletown Conners I'm very well known; In CmNewcastle West I spent many a note With BKitty and Jenny and CmMary. My parents rebuked me forB being such a rake And Cmspending my time in such Bfrolicsome ways, But I Cmne've could forget the good nature of Jane, Agus Bfagaimid siud mar Cmata se. There's some say I'm foolish, there's more say I'm wise, For love of the women I'm sure 'tis no crime; For the son of King David had ten thousand wives And his wisdom is highly recorded. If I chance for to go to the town of Rathkeel, The girls all around me do flock on the square, Some give me a bottle and others sweetcakes, To treat me unknown to their parents, There's one from Askeaton and one from the Pyke, And another from Ardour, my heart was beguiled, And being from the mountains, her stockings were white, Agus fagaimid siud mar ata se. John Damer of Shronel had plenty of gold And Devonshire's treasure was twenty times more, But he's laid on his back among nettles and stones, Agus fagaimid siud mar ata se. And when I'm on my back and I'm laid to rest The women will crowd for to cry at my wake, And their sons and their daughters will utter their prayers To the Lord for the sake of their father.