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King Of The Fairies Em Set Dance
Patrick O’Keefe’s Slide D Slide
Butterfly D Slip Jig
Rocky Road To Dublin Dm Slip Jig
Butterfly Em Slip Jig
Kid On The Mountain Em Slip Jig
You’ve Got A Friend Am Song
Irish National Anthem (Verse) C Song
Muirsheen Durkin C Song
Whiskey In The Jar C Song
Across The Universe Intro D Song
Down By The Liffey Side D Song
Saint AnnesĀ  D Song
When I’m Dead And Gone D Song
Girl Intro Eb Song
Night Visiting Song G Song
Chord Formulae T Theory
GDAE Chords 4 T Theory
GDAE Scales T Theory
Notes in Chords T Theory
Notes on Fretboard T Theory
Tab Explanation T Theory
Bridget Cruise C Waltz
O’Carolan’s Planxty Hewlett D Waltz
Si Bheag Si Mhor D Waltz
Marino Waltz G Waltz
Irish National Anthem (Chorus) C Song
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Arthur McBride

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I (G)had a first cousin called Arthur McBride
He and (C)I took a (G)stroll down (Am)by the sea(C)side;
(G)Seeking good fortune and (C)what might be(G)tide
It was just as the (Am)day was a'(C)daw(D)nin’
And (G)after restin’ we (C)both took a (G)tramp
We (C)met Sergeant (G)Harper and (Am)Corporal (C)Cramp
Be(G)sides the wee drummer who beat up the camp
With his row-dee-(D)dow-dow in the (G)morning

He says my young fellows if you will enlist
A guinea you quickly will have in your fist
Besides a crown for to kick up the dust
And drink the King’s health in the morning
For a soldier he leads a very fine life
He always is blessed with a charming young wife
And he pays all his debts without sorrow or strife
And always lives happy and charming

And a soldier he always is decent and clean
In the finest of garments he’s constantly seen
While other poor fellows go dirty and mean
And sup on thin gruel in the morning
Says Arthur, I wouldn’t be proud of your clothes
You’ve only the lend of them as I suppose
And you dare not change them one night or you know
If you do you’ll be flogged in the morning

And although we are single and free
We take great delight in our own company
And we have no desire strange countries to see
Although your offer is charming
And we have no desire to take your advance
All hazards and danger we barter on chance
and you’d have no scruples to send us to France
Where we would be shot without warning

And now says the sergeant, if I hear but one word
I’ll instantly now will out with my sword
And into your bodies as strength will afford
So now my gay devils take warning
But Arthur and I we took the odds
We gave them no chance to launch out their swords
Whacking shillelaghs came over their heads
And paid them right smart in the morning

As for the wee drummer, we rifled his pow
And made a football of his row-do-dow-dow
Into the ocean to rock and to roll
And bade it a tedious returnin’
As for the old rapier that hung by his side
We flung it as far as we could in the tide
To the Devil I pitch you, says Arthur McBride
To temper your steel in the morning