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Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":80162,"song":"Medley","artist":"The Pogues","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/80162-medley-chords-by-the-pogues/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/80162?type=chord","rating":4.73496,"votes":4,"content":"***Medley - Traditionally Arr. by The Pogues\r\nfrom the album \"If I Should Fall From Grace With God\"\r\n\r\nMedley  (The Recruiting Sargeant / Rocky Road to Dublin / Galway Races)  - Pogues\r\n\r\n**Note: The chords in brackets fit but aren't played on\r\nthe Pogues recording.\r\n\r\n[The Recruiting Sargeant] - by Chris\r\n\r\n[ch]Em[/ch]\r\n\r\n[tab]   [ch]Em[/ch]                             [ch]G[/ch]                [ch]D[/ch]\r\nAs I was walking down the road, a-feeling fine and larkey, oh[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]Em[/ch]                                   ([ch]G[/ch])                     ([ch]D[/ch])     [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nA recruiting sargeant came up to me, says he, \"You'd look fine in khaki, oh[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]Em[/ch]                                    [ch]G[/ch]          [ch]D[/ch]\r\nFor the King, he is in need of men, come read this proclamation, oh[/tab]\r\n[tab]  [ch]Em[/ch]                                 ([ch]G[/ch])         ([ch]D[/ch])      [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nA life in Flanders for you then would be a fine vacation, oh.\"[/tab]\r\n\r\n\"That may be so,\" says I to him, \"But tell me sargeant, deary-o\r\nIf I had a pack stuck up on me back would I be fine and cheery-oh?\r\nFor they'd have you train and drill until they'd have you one of the Frenchies, oh\r\nIt may be warm in Flanders but it's drafty in the trenches, oh.\"\r\n\r\nThe sargeant smiled and winked his eye, his smile was most provoking, oh\r\nHe twiddled and twirled his wee moustache, says he, \"I know you're only joking, oh.\r\nThe sandbags are so warm and high, the wind you won't feel blowing, oh.\"\r\nI winked at a cailin passing by, says I, \"What if it's snowing, oh?\"\r\n\r\nCome rain or hail or wind or snow, I'm not going out to Flanders, oh\r\nThere's fighting in Dublin to be done, let your sargeants and you commanders go.\r\nLet English men fight English wars, it's nearly time they started, oh\r\nI saluted the sargeant a very good night.  There and then we parted, oh.\r\n\r\n[Rocky Road to Dublin]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]\r\nAs I went down to Galway Town to seek for recreation[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                 [ch]G[/ch]             [ch]C[/ch]\r\nOn the seventeenth of August, me mind being elevated[/tab]\r\n[tab]           [ch]C[/ch]          [ch]G[/ch]                    [ch]Am[/ch]             [ch]C[/ch]\r\nThere were passengers assembled with their tickets at the station[/tab]\r\n[tab]                     [ch]Em[/ch]                             [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nAnd me eyes began to dazzle and they off to see the races[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]C[/ch]            [ch]G[/ch]          [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nWith me wack fol the do fol the diddle idle day[/tab]\r\n\r\nThere were passengers from Limerick and passengers from Nenagh\r\nThe boys of Connemara  and the Clare unmarried maiden\r\nThere were people from Cork City who were loyal, true and faithful\r\nWho brought home the Fenian prisoners from dying in foreign nations\r\nWith me wack fol the do fol the diddle idle day\r\n\r\nAnd it's there you'll see the pipers and the fiddlers competing\r\nAnd the sporting wheel of fortune and the four and twenty quarters\r\nAnd there's others without scruple pelting wattles at poor Maggie\r\nAnd her father well contented and he gazing at his daughter\r\nWith me wack fol the do fol the diddle idle day\r\n\r\n(instrumental verse)\r\nWith me wack fol the do fol the diddle idle day\r\n\r\n***These are the chords for The Rocky Road To Dublin, which is the middle part\r\nof MEDLEY from If I Should Fall From Grace With God.\r\n(It should be noted the Pogues recorded a version with vocals on the Live At\r\nThe 100 Club 7\".)\r\n\r\n[ch]Dm[/ch] - [ch]C[/ch] - [ch]Dm[/ch] -[ch]C[/ch] -\r\n[ch]Dm[/ch] - [ch]Am[/ch] - [ch]Dm[/ch] - [ch]Am[/ch] - [ch]Dm[/ch] - [ch]Am[/ch] - [ch]C[/ch] (2x)\r\n[ch]Dm[/ch] - [ch]C[/ch] -[ch]Dm[/ch]\r\n\r\n\r\nAnd it's there you'll see the jockeys and they mounted on so stably\r\nThe pink, the blue, the orange, and green, the colors of our nation\r\nThe time it came for starting, all the horses seemed impatient\r\nTheir feet they hardly touched the ground, the speed was so amazing!\r\nWith me wack fol the do fol the diddle idle day\r\n\r\nThere was half a million people there of all denominations\r\nThe Catholic, the Protestant, the Jew, the Presbyterian\r\nYet there was no animosity, no matter what persuasion\r\nBut failte hospitality inducing fresh acquaintance\r\nWith me wack fol the do fol the diddle idle day\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]C[/ch]\r\nAs I went down to Galway Town[/tab]\r\nTo seek for recreation\r\nOn the seventeenth of August\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]                [ch]C[/ch]\r\nMe mind being elevated[/tab]\r\n[tab]                      [ch]G[/ch]\r\nThere were passengers assembled[/tab]\r\n[tab]           [ch]Am[/ch]             [ch]C[/ch]\r\nWith their tickets at the station[/tab]\r\n[tab]                     [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nAnd me eyes began to dazzle[/tab]\r\n[tab]                        [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nAnd they off to see the races[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]C[/ch]            [ch]G[/ch]\r\nWith me wack fol the do fol[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nThe diddle idle day[/tab]\r\n\r\nThere were passengers from Limerick\r\nAnd passengers from Nenagh\r\nThe boys of Connemara\r\nAnd the Clare unmarried maiden\r\nThere were people from Cork City\r\nWho were loyal, true and faithful\r\nWho brought home the Fenian prisoners\r\nFrom dying in foreign nations\r\n\r\nAnd it's there you'll see the pipers\r\nAnd the fiddlers competing\r\nAnd the sporting wheel of fortune\r\nAnd the four and twenty quarters\r\nAnd there's others without scruple\r\nPelting wattles at poor Maggie\r\nAnd her father well contented\r\nAnd he gazing at his daughter\r\n\r\nAnd it's there you'll see the jockeys\r\nAnd they mounted on so stably\r\nThe pink, the blue, the orange, and green\r\nThe colors of our nation\r\nThe time it came for starting\r\nAll the horses seemed impatient\r\nTheir feet they hardly touched the ground\r\nThe speed was so amazing!\r\n\r\nThere was half a million people there\r\nOf all denominations\r\nThe Catholic, the Protestant, the Jew, the Presbyterian\r\nYet there was no animosity\r\nNo matter what persuasion\r\nBut failte hospitality\r\nInducing fresh acquaintance","plain_text":"***Medley - Traditionally Arr. by The Pogues\nfrom the album \"If I Should Fall From Grace With God\"\n\nMedley  (The Recruiting Sargeant / Rocky Road to Dublin / Galway Races)  - Pogues\n\n**Note: The chords in brackets fit but aren't played on\nthe Pogues recording.\n\n[The Recruiting Sargeant] - by Chris\n\nEm\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\"That may be so,\" says I to him, \"But tell me sargeant, deary-o\nIf I had a pack stuck up on me back would I be fine and cheery-oh?\nFor they'd have you train and drill until they'd have you one of the Frenchies, oh\nIt may be warm in Flanders but it's drafty in the trenches, oh.\"\n\nThe sargeant smiled and winked his eye, his smile was most provoking, oh\nHe twiddled and twirled his wee moustache, says he, \"I know you're only joking, oh.\nThe sandbags are so warm and high, the wind you won't feel blowing, oh.\"\nI winked at a cailin passing by, says I, \"What if it's snowing, oh?\"\n\nCome rain or hail or wind or snow, I'm not going out to Flanders, oh\nThere's fighting in Dublin to be done, let your sargeants and you commanders go.\nLet English men fight English wars, it's nearly time they started, oh\nI saluted the sargeant a very good night.  There and then we parted, oh.\n\n[Rocky Road to Dublin]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nThere were passengers from Limerick and passengers from Nenagh\nThe boys of Connemara  and the Clare unmarried maiden\nThere were people from Cork City who were loyal, true and faithful\nWho brought home the Fenian prisoners from dying in foreign nations\nWith me wack fol the do fol the diddle idle day\n\nAnd it's there you'll see the pipers and the fiddlers competing\nAnd the sporting wheel of fortune and the four and twenty quarters\nAnd there's others without scruple pelting wattles at poor Maggie\nAnd her father well contented and he gazing at his daughter\nWith me wack fol the do fol the diddle idle day\n\n(instrumental verse)\nWith me wack fol the do fol the diddle idle day\n\n***These are the chords for The Rocky Road To Dublin, which is the middle part\nof MEDLEY from If I Should Fall From Grace With God.\n(It should be noted the Pogues recorded a version with vocals on the Live At\nThe 100 Club 7\".)\n\nDm - C - Dm -C -\nDm - Am - Dm - Am - Dm - Am - C (2x)\nDm - C -Dm\n\n\nAnd it's there you'll see the jockeys and they mounted on so stably\nThe pink, the blue, the orange, and green, the colors of our nation\nThe time it came for starting, all the horses seemed impatient\nTheir feet they hardly touched the ground, the speed was so amazing!\nWith me wack fol the do fol the diddle idle day\n\nThere was half a million people there of all denominations\nThe Catholic, the Protestant, the Jew, the Presbyterian\nYet there was no animosity, no matter what persuasion\nBut failte hospitality inducing fresh acquaintance\nWith me wack fol the do fol the diddle idle day\n\n\nTo seek for recreation\nOn the seventeenth of August\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nThere were passengers from Limerick\nAnd passengers from Nenagh\nThe boys of Connemara\nAnd the Clare unmarried maiden\nThere were people from Cork City\nWho were loyal, true and faithful\nWho brought home the Fenian prisoners\nFrom dying in foreign nations\n\nAnd it's there you'll see the pipers\nAnd the fiddlers competing\nAnd the sporting wheel of fortune\nAnd the four and twenty quarters\nAnd there's others without scruple\nPelting wattles at poor Maggie\nAnd her father well contented\nAnd he gazing at his daughter\n\nAnd it's there you'll see the jockeys\nAnd they mounted on so stably\nThe pink, the blue, the orange, and green\nThe colors of our nation\nThe time it came for starting\nAll the horses seemed impatient\nTheir feet they hardly touched the ground\nThe speed was so amazing!\n\nThere was half a million people there\nOf all denominations\nThe Catholic, the Protestant, the Jew, the Presbyterian\nYet there was no animosity\nNo matter what persuasion\nBut failte hospitality\nInducing fresh acquaintance","chords":["Em","G","D","A","C","Am","Dm"],"chord_diagrams":{"Am":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,2,3,1,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,2,1,0]},"C":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,3,2,0,1,0],"frets":[0,3,2,0,1,0]},"D":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,0,1,3,2],"frets":[-1,-1,0,2,3,2]},"Dm":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,0,2,3,1],"frets":[-1,-1,0,2,3,1]},"Em":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,2,3,0,0,0],"frets":[0,2,2,0,0,0]},"G":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[2,1,0,0,0,3],"frets":[3,2,0,0,0,3]}}}