The Irish Rovers
The Irish Rovers - The Crockery Ware (+ gitaaraccoorden) lyrics
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Intro: D-D-G-G-A-A-D-D 2x A (D)young man (G)lived in (D)Belfast town And he courted a girl called (A)Sally Brown A (D)young man (G)lived in (D)Belfast town And he courted a (A)girl called (D)Sally Brown. He asked her for a (Em) favour bright That (D)he might sleep with (A)her all night Chorus (D)Wak fol a diddle doma (G)di du day (A)Wak fol a diddle doma (D)di du day Bridge: D-D-G-G-A-A-D-D Well (D)this fair (G)maid she (D)gave consent And straight up to her (A)room she went Well (D)this fair (G)maid she (D)gave consent And straight up (A)to her (D)room she went And in the room there (Em)was a chair And (D)under the chair was the (A)crockery ware (D)Wak fol a diddle doma (G)di du day (A)Wak fol a diddle doma (D)di du day D-D-G-G-A-A-D-D The (D)young man (G)he got (D)up in the night He was looking for his (A)heart’s delight The (D)young man (G)he got (D)up in the night He was looking (A)for his (D)heart’s delight His foot did slip, I (Em)do declare And he (D)tumbled into the (A)crockery ware (D)Wak fol a diddle doma (G)di du day (A)Wak fol a diddle doma (D)di du day D-D-G-G-A-A-D-D Her (D)mother (G)she got (D)up in the night And ran upstairs with a (A)candle light Her (D)mother (G)she got (D)up in the night And ran up(A)stairs with a (D)candle light She said "Young Man, what (Em)do you dare A-(D)breaking all my (A)crockery ware?" (D)Wak fol a diddle doma (G)di du day (A)Wak fol a diddle doma (D)di du day D-D-G-G-A-A-D-D She (D)called for the po(G)lice at the (D)break of day To see what this young (A)man would pay She (D)called for the po(G)lice at the (D)break of day To see what (A)this young (D)man would pay He paid nine pounds for the (Em)crockery ware And (D)nine pounds ten for the (A) damm well chair (D)Wak fol a diddle doma (G)di du day (A)Wak fol a diddle doma (D)di du day D-D-G-G-A-A-D-D Come (D)all you (G)wild and (D)ramblin’ sports That love to wander (A)in the dark Come (D)all you (G)wild and (D)ramblin’ sports That love to (A)wander (D)in the dark Who bang their shins a(Em)gainst the chair And (D)break the auld one's (A)crockery ware (D)Wak fol a diddle doma (G)di du day (A)Wak fol a diddle doma (D)di du day (D)Wak fol a diddle doma (G)di du day (A)Wak fol a diddle doma (D)di du day D-D-G-G-A-A-D-D