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    "John O'Reilly" Lyrics

    Charlie Robison

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    My name is John O'Reilly
    And my father worked the fields
    In the hills of old Kilarny
    Where I helped him turn the wheels
    My arms grew hard as iron for a boy of 17
    And I used my fists for gambling in those wet Kilarny streets

    Well the ship left for America and I brought my pack aboard
    Said goodbye to my dear Ireland said a prayer to my dear Lord
    I fought those sorry guineas in the kitchen they called hell
    I fought them for their dollar and those guineas paid me well

    Chorus
    Fair thee well fair Dover
    Fair thee well your seasons turn
    For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return
    The day of my return

    I fought in New York City and I fought the Jersey shore
    My gut stayed full of whiskey and my bed stayed full of whores
    They called my right a cannonball and my left they called the same
    I left em' all lyin' half in blood and half in shame

    I met a man on '32 and he stuck out his hand
    And he offered me a thousand if I'd fall before his man
    I said it could be done but only for another two
    He smiled at me and nodded as I stuck it in my shoe

    Chorus
    Fair thee well fair Dover
    Fair thee well your seasons turn
    For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return
    The day of my return

    They rang the bell two times before I let him have my nose
    And I let him work my left until my eye was swollen closed
    Then I let loose a right that they still talk about today
    For that guinea didn't know that I had bet the other way

    They covered every dock and every port there on the coast
    Looking for that double crosser who had turned into a ghost
    But I was on a train my friend that rode the other way
    And i'll sail from California back to Dublin one fine day

    Chorus
    Fair thee well fair Dover
    Fair thee well your seasons turn
    For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return
    The day of my return
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Charlie Robison, Charlie Fitzgerald Robison.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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