Misc Traditional – The Irish Washerwoman (Ukulele)

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#-------------------------------PLEASE NOTE-------------------------------------# # This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # # song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------# The Irish Washerwoman chords (for the acoustic guitar) Traditional Irish Jig (words by George Colman the Elder The Surrender of Calais 1791) Dm F F
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When I was at home, I was merry and frisky.

   Dm                                 F
My dad kept a pig, but my mother sold whiskey.

   F                 
My uncle was rich, but ne er could be easy,

     Dm      F         F
till I was enlisted by Corporal Casey.

     F
Och, rub-a-dub, row-de-dow, Corporal Casey,

   Dm                                     F
my dear little Shelah I thought would run crazy

     F
When I trudged away with tough Corporal Casey,

     Dm        F           F
Och, rub-a-dub row-de-row, Shelah my love. 

  F
I marched from Kilkenny, but as I was thinking,

   F
on Shelah, my heart in my bosom was sinking.

    F          F              Dm         F
But soon I was forced to look fresh as a daisy,

    Dm        F             F
for fear of a drubbin  from Corporal Casey.

     F
Och, rub-a-dub, row-de-dow, Corporal Casey,

    F
the devil go with him, I ne er could be lazy

   F         F              Dm       F
He struck my shirts so, old Corporal Casey,

     Dm        F           F
och, rub-a-dub row-de-row, Shelah my dear. 

   F
We went into battle, I took the blows fairly,

     Dm                                    F
that fell on my pate, but they bothered me rarely.

    F                       
And who should the first be that dropped? Why, and please you,

          Dm           F      F
it was my good friend, honest Corporal Casey.

     F
Och, rub-a-dub, row-de-dow, Corporal Casey,

       Dm                               F
thinks I,  You are quiet and I shall be easy.

   F
So eight years I fought without Corporal Casey,

     Dm        F           F
Och, rub-a-dub row-de-row, Shelah my gal. 

  F
I marched from Kilkenny, but as I was thinking,

   F
on Shelah, my heart in my bosom was sinking.

    F          F              Dm         F
But soon I was forced to look fresh as a daisy,

    Dm        F             F
for fear of a drubbin  from Corporal Casey.

     F
Och, rub-a-dub, row-de-dow, Corporal Casey,

    F
the devil go with him, I ne er could be lazy

   F         F              Dm       F
He struck my shirts so, old Corporal Casey,

     Dm        F           F
och, rub-a-dub row-de-row, Shelah my dear.
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