Pogues - Medley Chords

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

12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
         
         
         
         
         
2
1
3
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1

10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
X
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
2
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
4
4
4
X
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
X
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4

10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
         
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
X
3
4
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3

12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
         
         
         
         
         
X
2
3
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
1
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
4
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
4
4
4
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2

9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
2
3
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1

12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
2
No chord
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo

Em

As EmI was walking down the road, a-Gfeeling fine and Dlarkey, oh A reEmcruiting sargeant came up to me, says Ghe, "You'd look fine in Dkhaki, Emoh For the EmKing, he is in need of men, come read Gthis proclaDmation, oh A Emlife in Flanders for you then would Gbe a fine vaDcation, Emoh." "That may be so," says I to him, "But tell me sargeant, deary-o If I had a pack stuck up on me back would I be fine and cheery-oh? For they'd have you train and drill until they'd have you one of the Frenchies, oh It may be warm in Flanders but it's drafty in the trenches, oh." The sargeant smiled and winked his eye, his smile was most provoking, oh He twiddled and twirled his wee moustache, says he, "I know you're only joking, oh. The sandbags are so warm and high, the wind you won't feel blowing, oh." I winked at a cailin passing by, says I, "What if it's snowing, oh?" Come rain or hail or wind or snow, I'm not going out to Flanders, oh There's fighting in Dublin to be done, let your sargeants and you commanders go. Let English men fight English wars, it's nearly time they started, oh I saluted the sargeant a very good night. There and then we parted, oh. [Rocky Road to Dublin] CAs I went down to Galway Town to seek for recreation On the seventeenth of August, me Gmind being eleCvated There were Cpassengers Gassembled with their Amtickets at the Cstation And me eyes began to Emdazzle and they off to see the Amraces With me Cwack fol the Gdo fol the Amdiddle idle day There were passengers from Limerick and passengers from Nenagh The boys of Connemara and the Clare unmarried maiden There were people from Cork City who were loyal, true and faithful Who brought home the Fenian prisoners from dying in foreign nations With me wack fol the do fol the diddle idle day And it's there you'll see the pipers and the fiddlers competing And the sporting wheel of fortune and the four and twenty quarters And there's others without scruple pelting wattles at poor Maggie And her father well contented and he gazing at his daughter With me wack fol the do fol the diddle idle day With me wack fol the do fol the diddle idle day

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And it's there you'll see the jockeys and they mounted on so stably The pink, the blue, the orange, and green, the colors of our nation The time it came for starting, all the horses seemed impatient Their feet they hardly touched the ground, the speed was so amazing! With me wack fol the do fol the diddle idle day There was half a million people there of all denominations The Catholic, the Protestant, the Jew, the Presbyterian Yet there was no animosity, no matter what persuasion But failte hospitality inducing fresh acquaintance With me wack fol the do fol the diddle idle day CAs I went down to Galway Town To seek for recreation On the seventeenth of August GMe mind being eleCvated There were passengers Gassembled With their Amtickets at the Cstation And me eyes began to Emdazzle And they off to see the Amraces With me Cwack fol the Gdo fol The Amdiddle idle day There were passengers from Limerick And passengers from Nenagh The boys of Connemara And the Clare unmarried maiden There were people from Cork City Who were loyal, true and faithful Who brought home the Fenian prisoners From dying in foreign nations And it's there you'll see the pipers And the fiddlers competing And the sporting wheel of fortune And the four and twenty quarters And there's others without scruple Pelting wattles at poor Maggie And her father well contented And he gazing at his daughter And it's there you'll see the jockeys And they mounted on so stably The pink, the blue, the orange, and green The colors of our nation The time it came for starting All the horses seemed impatient Their feet they hardly touched the ground The speed was so amazing! There was half a million people there Of all denominations The Catholic, the Protestant, the Jew, the Presbyterian Yet there was no animosity No matter what persuasion But failte hospitality Inducing fresh acquaintance