@@gerrywalsh4413 carnage is the right word for it! :D Will go to see them regularly now because ya just dont find good auld maddness like that anymore!
One evening a late, down to Crow Street I strayed G E To a bar that's famous, for doin' the late trade Am In vodka and whiskey, and red lemonade G E Am Among company that's kindly and jovial G The man from Conallaigh, put me at me ease Am G E And he sat me down easy beside a big blaze Am He poured me a pint and a half on that place G E Am And another wee drop came from Oweny [Verse 2] Am For an hour and a half, I drank liquor so rare G E I yet swear it was brewed by the gods, I declare Am Out of nectars and honeys and lotuses fair G E Am And it frеshly came over the bordеr Am G At half past eleven, I sadly prepared Am E To return to my lodgings, back where I was reared Am I packed up my bags, I was filled with don't care G E Am And then Oweny put in a big order [Verse 3] Am So the tiplers relaxed, and returned to their drinks G E Rejoicing that now they need not feel the pinch Am Peter Short finished off the last eighth of an inch G E Am He was suppin' since twenty past seven Am G And the music began, in an old fashioned style Am E You would travel to hear it, for manys a mile Am We were laughin' and dancin' away all the while G E Am I thought I was dead and in heaven [Verse 4] Am Oh, there were lads there from Newry, the Rock and the Hack G E And some came from Belfast and never went back Am And more lived convenient, the Carrolls and Blacks G E Am And every man Jack swilling porter G Some came from Hill Street, and more from the Key Am E Some Crossmaglen patriots, tearing away Am In a skene on the Boyne, they were all in array G E Am And each one kept themselves in good order [Verse 5] Am Now a big dirty gard, was out on the street G E On passing the door, heard the music so sweet Am He kicked up his heels, for to beat a retreat G E Am To summon up two of his cronies G They quickly returned to the scene of the crime Am E And they called on the company, to fight or resign Am Let them in cried Pat Murphy, we'd only be fine G Am E On the night that the gards raided Oweny's [Verse 6] Am Said the Sergeant on enterin', Well what's this I see? G E And why are so many of ye on the spree? Am Could it be that at long last, the country is free? G E Am Your conduct it is most nefarious Am G Oh the country's not free, then Oweny did say Am E If you want to drink porter like the rest you must pay Am We'll stay here if we like, 'til the clear light of day G E Am You know in don dark we're gregarious [Verse 7] Am So the gards went around, and they took all our names G E And they struggled to spell, with their feeble wee brains Am And there's some names in Irish, they made a great hames G E Am And more they abandoned forever Am G To the roof of Mullhollands, some quickly did climb Am E To gaze on a far, at the scene of the crime Am To watch the old gards, make it good over time G E Am As they gathered the rest all together [Verse 8] Am Then the divil he rose them, high up on the ramp G E The gard and the Sergeant, the lad with the lamp Am The dirty mean miserable, lousy lower tramps G E Am From the bog that were dragged up so lowly Am G May they always see suffering, sorrow and pain Am E May their boots never fit, and their belts never strain Am If they enter of such a grand evening again G E Am As the night that the gards raided Oweny's [Outro] Am G May their motors all stand, and their noses all run Am E And their necks now so red all turn green in the sun Am And their teeth all turn black, and fall out one by one G E Am May starvation it make them grow bony Am G May their arses all fester, and drop to their heels Am E And their last dyin' minutes, be tempered with squeals Am May they dance forever, the fastest of reels G E Am With the divil for raidin' poor Oweney's
Some band,great singing, playing and song choices,filling my Pogues void perfectly ❤
Jesus this is great stuff altogether, has a real Pecker Dunnee feel to it.
Same chord progression and air as "The last of the travelling people"
@@ronanmorris6843 I noticed that last week and quite loudly lost my shit
My favorite version. so so so good!!
So damn good! Thank you!
Wow this is class seen the boys in Vicar Street they are a bunch of gentlemen had a awesome time 🇮🇪🍀
they are brilliant in Vicar Street🇮🇪🇮🇪👍👌👌
Jaysus lads! Go on!
Great song
Top class! Hon the lads! Also saw them in Vicar Street. They can fairly put on a show!
Saw bits of the gig online. Looked like carnage😬
@@gerrywalsh4413 carnage is the right word for it! :D Will go to see them regularly now because ya just dont find good auld maddness like that anymore!
That is grand!!!
Keeping the way going fair play saving a dying thing
Oh it’s not dying. It’s very much alive.
🎉🎉 yert lovely
What a tune comon the town
love this song. anyone willing to share the lyrics?
Grab a pen and paper
@@vonliz8223 cool
One evening a late, down to Crow Street I strayed
G E
To a bar that's famous, for doin' the late trade
Am
In vodka and whiskey, and red lemonade
G E Am
Among company that's kindly and jovial
G
The man from Conallaigh, put me at me ease
Am G E
And he sat me down easy beside a big blaze
Am
He poured me a pint and a half on that place
G E Am
And another wee drop came from Oweny
[Verse 2]
Am
For an hour and a half, I drank liquor so rare
G E
I yet swear it was brewed by the gods, I declare
Am
Out of nectars and honeys and lotuses fair
G E Am
And it frеshly came over the bordеr
Am G
At half past eleven, I sadly prepared
Am E
To return to my lodgings, back where I was reared
Am
I packed up my bags, I was filled with don't care
G E Am
And then Oweny put in a big order
[Verse 3]
Am
So the tiplers relaxed, and returned to their drinks
G E
Rejoicing that now they need not feel the pinch
Am
Peter Short finished off the last eighth of an inch
G E Am
He was suppin' since twenty past seven
Am G
And the music began, in an old fashioned style
Am E
You would travel to hear it, for manys a mile
Am
We were laughin' and dancin' away all the while
G E Am
I thought I was dead and in heaven
[Verse 4]
Am
Oh, there were lads there from Newry, the Rock and the Hack
G E
And some came from Belfast and never went back
Am
And more lived convenient, the Carrolls and Blacks
G E Am
And every man Jack swilling porter
G
Some came from Hill Street, and more from the Key
Am E
Some Crossmaglen patriots, tearing away
Am
In a skene on the Boyne, they were all in array
G E Am
And each one kept themselves in good order
[Verse 5]
Am
Now a big dirty gard, was out on the street
G E
On passing the door, heard the music so sweet
Am
He kicked up his heels, for to beat a retreat
G E Am
To summon up two of his cronies
G
They quickly returned to the scene of the crime
Am E
And they called on the company, to fight or resign
Am
Let them in cried Pat Murphy, we'd only be fine
G Am E
On the night that the gards raided Oweny's
[Verse 6]
Am
Said the Sergeant on enterin', Well what's this I see?
G E
And why are so many of ye on the spree?
Am
Could it be that at long last, the country is free?
G E Am
Your conduct it is most nefarious
Am G
Oh the country's not free, then Oweny did say
Am E
If you want to drink porter like the rest you must pay
Am
We'll stay here if we like, 'til the clear light of day
G E Am
You know in don dark we're gregarious
[Verse 7]
Am
So the gards went around, and they took all our names
G E
And they struggled to spell, with their feeble wee brains
Am
And there's some names in Irish, they made a great hames
G E Am
And more they abandoned forever
Am G
To the roof of Mullhollands, some quickly did climb
Am E
To gaze on a far, at the scene of the crime
Am
To watch the old gards, make it good over time
G E Am
As they gathered the rest all together
[Verse 8]
Am
Then the divil he rose them, high up on the ramp
G E
The gard and the Sergeant, the lad with the lamp
Am
The dirty mean miserable, lousy lower tramps
G E Am
From the bog that were dragged up so lowly
Am G
May they always see suffering, sorrow and pain
Am E
May their boots never fit, and their belts never strain
Am
If they enter of such a grand evening again
G E Am
As the night that the gards raided Oweny's
[Outro]
Am G
May their motors all stand, and their noses all run
Am E
And their necks now so red all turn green in the sun
Am
And their teeth all turn black, and fall out one by one
G E Am
May starvation it make them grow bony
Am G
May their arses all fester, and drop to their heels
Am E
And their last dyin' minutes, be tempered with squeals
Am
May they dance forever, the fastest of reels
G E Am
With the divil for raidin' poor Oweney's
❤ Jinx!
Is this an original can’t find it anywhere else
Was on tv. I uploaded it cos it's great. Yes, original as far as I know
@@gerrywalsh4413 do u remember what the programme was
What's the name of the show/episode Gerry? I want to see the Jinx Lennon part too.
@@johnpaulmurray1750 Cumasc: Seisúin sa Black Gate. From mid April
I just came across another version of this song, by a guy called Oisin Groom!
Bards.