O’SHEA 3/4 (Irish Rovers)
(D)Have another drink, boys, well (G)have one with (D)me
We're (G)home from the (D)sea, yes, we're (A)back
on the (A7)shore
And if (D)you get too drunk, boys, in (G)this company(D)y
You'll (Dm)roar 'round Cape (G)Horn on the
on the dockside near (G)Liverpool (D)town
And he (G)always went (D)down, to the (A)thief and the (A7)vagabond
knew him as (G)Dublin O'(D)Shea
But (Dm)some say he (G)came from Kill(D)arney.
of an Irishman honest and plain
But what's in the name when you think of the man himself
He was a sailor and he drank
with the same,
And he mastered the fine art of blarney.
a lay preacher and a God-fearin' man
With a drink in his hand what a terrible sinner
He'd drink to the Devil and spit
in your eye,
Then go to confession on Friday.
and rovin' there's none to compare,
If you'd met him you'd swear that the man was a saint
But if you could just see
him in some foreign bar
You'd swear he was the High King of Ireland.