Posted by: Drummerbhoy Jul 30 2006, 11:31 PM
Alright guys, first time poster. Just wondering if any of you have the chords for McIlhatton - will be needed for the guitar on the supporters bus for away games this year.
I've heard Big George and Gary Og do it, but I can't find the b*stard chords anywhere.
Cheers in advance!
Eamonn
Posted by: Derrylad Jul 31 2006, 01:10 PM
QUOTE(Drummerbhoy @ Jul 30 2006, 11:31 PM)
Alright guys, first time poster. Just wondering if any of you have the chords for McIlhatton - will be needed for the guitar on the supporters bus for away games this year.
I've heard Big George and Gary Og do it, but I can't find the b*stard chords anywhere.
Cheers in advance!
Eamonn
its on the christy moore site under lyrics the chords and all are there. its www.christymoore.com
Posted by: Matt Kavanah Jul 31 2006, 01:37 PM
QUOTE(Drummerbhoy @ Jul 30 2006, 06:31 PM)
Alright guys, first time poster. Just wondering if any of you have the chords for McIlhatton - will be needed for the guitar on the supporters bus for away games this year.
I've heard Big George and Gary Og do it, but I can't find the b*stard chords anywhere.
Cheers in advance!
Eamonn
Eamonn Achara,
I found these chords on the internet and they work fine for me. Work out your own strumming pattern to fit the tune if ye can and as always play around with the capo.
All the best,
Matt Kavanah
Intro: C D C D
C D C D
In Glenravel's Glen there lives a man whom some would call a god
C D C G
For he could cure your shakes with a bottle of his stuff would cost you thirty bob
D C D
Come winter, summer, frost all over, a jiggin' Spring on the breeze
G C G D
In the dead of night a man steps by, "McIlhatton, if you please"
CHORUS
G F C G
McIlhatton you blurt we need you, cry a million shaking men
G C G F
Where are your sacks of barley, will your likes be seen again?
G C G C
Heres a jig to the man and a reel to the drop and a swing to the girl he loves
G D C D
May your fiddle play and poit�n cure your company up above
Theres a wisp of smoke to the south of the Glen and the poit�n is on the air
The birds in the burrows and the rabbits in the sky and there's drunkards everywhere
At Skerries Rock the fox is out and begod he's chasing the hounds
And the only thing in decent shape is buried beneath the ground
CHORUS
At McIlhatton's house the fairies are out and dancing on the hobs
The goat's collapsed and the dog has run away and there's salmon down the bogs
He has a million gallons of wash and the peelers are on the Glen
But they'll never catch that hackler cos he's not comin' home again
CHORUS X 2