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The Auctioneers Song Lyrics And Guitar Chords By Seamus Moore. Written by John Farry.

The Auctioneers Song Lyrics
There was a man in this townland, he was an auctioneer.
He sold houses, cattle to people far and near.
A batchelors for fifty years, his problems seemed determined
He even tried the lonely hearts club in the farmers journal

Every Saturday and night he ran the cattle market,
And if you drove your car to town, there was no room to park it.
Jeeps and tractors everywhere the smell of cattle filled the air.
Then you'd hear the auctioneer echo 'round the square.

Hho'll give me three hundred quid, whose gonna be the first to bid.
Whose going to buy this fine young bitch, sitting in the ring today.
Do I hear 325, 30, 40 55 on the market and for sale
It's yours fine sir today.

The widow Murphy down the road had eighty lovely acres
On her own for thirty years but never any takers.
Says she I'm going to sell the land if you throw me in as well
Says he I'll buy the land meself, we'll have a private sale

I'll give you three thousand quid if I'm the only one to bid.
I'll buy the land and take your hand if you'll agree today.

Oh right says she then I'll agree, if I can take you home with me
On the market and for sale, it's yours kind sir today.

The auctioneer and his bride, lived on the eighty acers
It wasn't long before he had to call the undertaker.
Four weeks after she had gone the land was up for sale.
He called a public auction, 'twas the quickest way today.

Who'll give me a hundred grand, who's gonna buy this farm of land.
The finest eighty acres that';s ever been for sale.
And the Charleen bull and fifteen cows, do I hear one-twenty now.
On the market and for sale it's yours kind sir today.

THE AUCTIONEERS SONG (Seamus Moore) Guitar Chords

Seamus Moore played this song in A major with the capo on 2nd fret

 

(G) There was a man in his townland, he (D)  was an auctio-(G)-neer.

He sold houses, cattle, land to (C) people far and (G)  near.

A bachelor for fifty years, his (C) problems seemed de-(G)-termined.

He (C) even tried the (G) lonely hearts club (D) in the farmer's (G) journal.

 

(G) Every Saturday and night he (D) ran the cattle (G) market

and if  you drove your car to town, there (C) was no room to (G) park it

Jeeps and tractors everywhere the (C) smell of cattle (G) filled the air.

(C) Then you'd hear the (G)auctioneer (D) echo round the (G) square.

 

(D) Who'll give me three hundred quid, (C) whose gonna be the (G) first to bid,

(C) whose going to buy this (G) fine young bitch, sitting in the ring to-(D)-day.

(G) Do I hear three-twenty-five, (C) thirty, forty, (G) fifty-five -

(C) on the  market (G) and for sale, it's (D) yours kind sir to-(G)-day

 

The (G) widow Murphy down the road had (D) eighty lovely (G) acres

on her own for thirty years but (C) never any (G) takers.

Says she: I'm going to sell the land, if you (C) throw me in as (G) well.

Says (C) he: I'll buy the (G) land myself, we'll (D) have a private (G) sale.

 

(D) I'll give you three thousand quid, if (C) I'm the only (G) one to bid

I'll (C) buy the land and (G) take your hand, if you'll agree to-(D)-day.

All(G)right says she then I'll agree, if (C) I can take you (G) home with me.

(C) On the market (G) and for sale, it's (D) yours kind sir to-(G)-day.

 

Instr. the last two lines

(change of key in Seamus Moore version: one half note / one guitar fret up)

 

(G) The auctioneer and his ancient bride, lived (D) on the eighty (G) acres.

it wasn't long before he had to (C) call the under-(G)-taker.

Four weeks after she had gone the (C) land was up for (G) sale.

He called a public auction, 'twas the (D) quickest way to-(G) -day.

 

(D) Who'll give me a hundred grand, (C) who's gonna buy this (G) farm of land

the (C) finest eighty (G) acres, that's ever been for (D) sale.

and the (G) Charolais bull and fifteen cows, (C) do I hear one (G)-twenty now.

(C) On the market (G) and for sale, it's (D) yours kind sir to-(G)-day

(C) on the market (G) and for sale, it's (D) yours kind sir to-(G)-day.

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