Misc Traditional – The Irish Washerwoman chords

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The Irish Washerwoman chords (for the acoustic guitar)
Traditional Irish Jig (words by George Colman the Elder The Surrender of Calais 1791)

Am D G

     GWhen I was at home, I was merry and frisky.
   Am                                 DMy dad kept a pig, but my mother sold whiskey.
   G                 My uncle was rich, but ne er could be easy,
     Am      D         Gtill I was enlisted by Corporal Casey.
     GOch, rub-a-dub, row-de-dow, Corporal Casey,
   Am                                     Dmy dear little Shelah I thought would run crazy
     GWhen I trudged away with tough Corporal Casey,
     Am        D           GOch, rub-a-dub row-de-row, Shelah my love. 

  GI marched from Kilkenny, but as I was thinking,
   Don Shelah, my heart in my bosom was sinking.
    C          G              Am         GBut soon I was forced to look fresh as a daisy,
    Am        D             Gfor fear of a drubbin  from Corporal Casey.
     GOch, rub-a-dub, row-de-dow, Corporal Casey,
    Dthe devil go with him, I ne er could be lazy
   C         G              Am       GHe struck my shirts so, old Corporal Casey,
     Am        D           Goch, rub-a-dub row-de-row, Shelah my dear. 

   GWe went into battle, I took the blows fairly,
     Am                                    Dthat fell on my pate, but they bothered me rarely.
    G                       And who should the first be that dropped? Why, and please you,
          Am           D      Git was my good friend, honest Corporal Casey.
     GOch, rub-a-dub, row-de-dow, Corporal Casey,
       Am                               Dthinks I,  You are quiet and I shall be easy.
   GSo eight years I fought without Corporal Casey,
     Am        D           GOch, rub-a-dub row-de-row, Shelah my gal. 

  GI marched from Kilkenny, but as I was thinking,
   Don Shelah, my heart in my bosom was sinking.
    C          G              Am         GBut soon I was forced to look fresh as a daisy,
    Am        D             Gfor fear of a drubbin  from Corporal Casey.
     GOch, rub-a-dub, row-de-dow, Corporal Casey,
    Dthe devil go with him, I ne er could be lazy
   C         G              Am       GHe struck my shirts so, old Corporal Casey,
     Am        D           Goch, rub-a-dub row-de-row, Shelah my dear. 


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