[d] In the village of Kil[C]gory, there’s a [d] maiden young and [C] fair
Her [d] eyes they shone like [C] diamonds, she had [d] long and [a] golden [d] hair
Then a countryman came riding, up to her father’s gates
Mounted on a milk-white stallion, he came at the stroke of eight

Step it out, Mary, my fine daughter
Step it out, Mary, if you can
Step it out, Mary, my fine daughter
Show your legs to the country man

I have come to wed your daughter, Mary of the golden hair
I have gold and I have silver I have land beyond compare
I will buy her silks and satin and a gold ring for her hand
I will buy for her a mansion, she’ll have servants to command

O, kind sir I love a soldier, I have pledged to him my hand
I don’t want your gold or silver, I don’t want your house or land
Mary’s father spoke up sharply, you will do as you are told
You will marry him on Sunday and you’ll wear his ring of gold

Near the village of Kilgory there’s a deep stream running by
They found Mary there at midnight, she had drowned with her soldier boy
In the village there is music, you can hear her father say
Step it out Mary, my fine daughter, Sunday is your wedding day.

In the [d] town of Athol one Jeremy Lanigan
[C] Battered away ’til he hadn’t a pound.
His [d] father died and made him a man again
[d] Left him a [E7] farm and ten [A7] acres of [d] ground.
Myself to be sure got free invitation,
For all the boys and girls I might ask,
And without being asked both friends and relations
Were dancing like bees around the sweet cask.

There were lashings of punch and wine for the ladies,
Potatoes and cakes; bacon and tea,
Nolans and Dolans and all the O’Gradys
Were courting the girls and dancing away.
Songs went ’round as plenty as water,
“The harp that once sounded in Tara’s old hall,”
“Sweet Nelly Gray” and “The Rat Catcher’s Daughter,”
Singing together at Lanigan’s Ball.

They were doing all kinds of nonsensical polkas
All ’round the room in a whirligig.
Julia and I, soon banished their nonsense
And tipped them the twist of a reel and a jig.
How the girls they all got mad at me
For they thought the ceiling would fall.
I spent six months at Brooks’ Academy
Learning to dance for Lanigan’s Ball.

[d] Six long months I [C] spent up in Dublin,
[d] Six long months doing [C] nothing at all,
[d] Six long months I [C] spent up in Dublin,
[d] Learning to [E7] dance for [A7] Lanigan’s [d] Ball.
She stepped out, I stepped in again,
I stepped out, she stepped in again,
She stepped out, I stepped in again,
Learning to dance for Lanigan’s Ball.

The boys were merry, the girls all hearty
Dancing around in couples and groups,
An accident happened, young Terrance McCarthy
He put his foot through miss Finnerty’s hoops.
The craythur she fainted, and roared, “Bloody Murder,”
Sent for her brothers and gathered them all.
Carmody swore he’d go no further
‘Til he had revenge at Lanigan’s Ball.

In the midst of the row miss Kerrigan fainted,
Her cheeks at the time as red as a rose.
Some of the lads declared she was painted,
She took a small drop too much, I suppose.
Her sweetheart, Ned Morgan, so powerful and able,
When he saw his sweet colleen stretched out by the wall,
Tore the left leg from under the table
And smashed all the Chaneys at Lanigan’s Ball.

Boys, oh boys, ’twas then there were runctions.
I got a kick from big Phelim McHugh.
I soon replied to his introduction
And kicked up a terrible hullabaloo.
Casey, the piper, was near being strangled.
Squeezed up his pipes, chanters and all.
The girls and boys they got all entangled
And that put an end to Lanigan’s Ball.

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Dies ist die Version von “Lanigan’s Ball”, wie ich sie bei den Brobdingnagian Bards (die ich leider nicht bei YouTube finden konnte…) herauszuhören vermeinte. Wie üblich, wenn etwas von den Akkorden falsch sein sollte, melden :)

Auch, wenn jemand die Chords für z.B. die Fiddler’s Green Version oder eine andere hat, einfach, bitte in die Kommentare posten oder sonstwie zukommen lassen, danke.

As [G] I rode down to Galway Town to seek for recreation
On the [e] seventeenth of August, me [D] mind being [G] elevated
There were [G] multitudes ass[D]embled with their [e] tickets at the [b] station
[G] Me eyes began to dazzle and I’m [e] going to [D] see the [G] races
With me [G] whack fol-da-[D]da, fol-da-[C] diddly-[D]id [e] a-day

There were passengers from Limerick and more from Tipperary
Boys from Connemara and the flair of married ladies
People from Cork City who were loyal, true and faithful
Who brought home the Fenian prisoners from dying in foreign nations
With me whack fol-da-da, fol-da-diddly-ida-day

It’s there you’ll see the pipers and the fiddelers competing
The nimble-footed dancers a-tripping o’er the daisies
There were others crying cigars and likes, and bills for all the races
With the colours of the jockeys and the price and horses’ ages
With me whack fol-da-da, fol-da-diddly-ida-day

It’s there you’ll see the jockeys and they’re mounted out so stately
The pink, the blue, the orange and green, the emblem of our Nation
When the bell was rung for starting, all the horses seemed impatient
I thought they never stood on groung, their speed was so amazing
With me whack fol-da-da, fol-da-diddly-ida-day

There was half a million people there from all denominations
The Catholic, the Protestant, the Jew and Presbyterian
There was yet no animosity, no matter what persuasion
But sportsman hospitality and induce fresh aquaintance
With me whack fol-da-da, fol-da-diddly-ida-day

The Galway Races

The Dubliners (Hauptdarsteller). EMI UK 2003, MP3-Download, € 0,99

The Dubliners

the Dubliners. EMI (EMI) 1990, Audio CD, € 8,32

Diese Version ist nicht ganz die Version von den Dubliners, da ist der Text ein wenig anders. Da ich den so aber noch nicht gefunden habe, muss das noch ein wenig Zeit haben. Normalerweise spiele ich das Lied auch in G, diese alternativen Akkorde werde ich dann bei Gelegenheit hinzufügen.

Verbesserungsvorschläge stets Willkommen ^_^

Update: Jetzt ist es in G drin :)