Mcshane Chords & Lyrics - Daoiri Farrell

[INTRO]
[D] [C] [Am]
[D] [G] [C]
[D] [C] [Am]
[G] [C] [Am] [D]

[VERSE 1]
Me [D]name is McShane from the [C]plains of [Am]Kildare
And a [D]farmer I was up [G]until the last [C]year
Till [D]I took a notion of [C]higher pro[Am]motion
Went [G]over to [C]England the [Am]harvest to [D]share

[CHORUS]
[D]Rom toora [G]la, Oh [Am]rom toora [D]laddy, [G]rom toora [C]la, mosha [Am]rom toora [D]lay

[VERSE 2]
I [D]parted with Molly so [C]proud and so [Am]jolly
I [D]picked up a stick for a [G]staff in me [C]hand
And to [D]keep me-self cheery for [C]fear I'd be [Am]weary
I [G]sang Paddy[C]whack as I [Am]went on the [D]way.

[CHORUS]
[D]Rom toora [G]la, Oh [Am]rom toora [D]laddy, [G]rom toora [C]la, mosha [Am]rom toora [D]lay

[VERSE 3]
I [D]landed in Dumbarton on a [C]fine summers [Am]morning
Me [D]bundle and staff I held [G]them in me [C]hands
There were [D]some of them laughing and [C]more of them [Am]chappin'
And [G]more of them [C]trying to put [Am]Paddy a[D]way.

[CHORUS]
[D]Rom toora [G]la, Oh [Am]rom toora [D]laddy, [G]rom toora [C]la, mosha [Am]rom toora [D]lay

[VERSE 4]
I [D]went to this woman and [C]asked her for [Am]lodging
She [D]said "Me young man, now [G]don't look so [C]dull!
For [D]I will tell you where [C]you will get [Am]lodgings
If you [G]go to the [C]woman who [Am]owns The Black [D]Bull."

[CHORUS]
[D]Rom toora [G]la, Oh [Am]rom toora [D]laddy, [G]rom toora [C]la, mosha [Am]rom toora [D]lay

[VERSE 5]
I [D]went to this woman and [C]asked her for [Am]lodgings
She [D]instantly showed me to a [G]bed in the [C]room
And [D]me being so tired and [C]worn out from [Am]walking
I [G]threw myself [C]down on the [Am]bed in the [D]room.

[CHORUS]
[D]Rom toora [G]la, Oh [Am]rom toora [D]laddy, [G]rom toora [C]la, mosha [Am]rom toora [D]lay

[VERSE 6]
A [D]lump of a Tinker lay [C]up in the [Am]corner
He [D]swore on his soul sure he'd [G]kill all was [C]there
Says [D]I "Me bold Tinker, give [C]over your [Am]braggin',
[G]I'm bold Mc[C]Shane from the [Am]plains of Kil[D]dare!"

[CHORUS]
[D]Rom toora [G]la, Oh [Am]rom toora [D]laddy, [G]rom toora [C]la, mosha [Am]rom toora [D]lay

[VERSE 7]
Well he [D]tried for to hit me a [C]punch in the [Am]stomach
I [D]instantly fetched him a [G]one in the [C]throat
He [D]tumbled heels over his [C]head in the [Am]corner
And [G]cut up his [C]head on an [Am]old whisky [D]pot.

[CHORUS]
[D]Rom toora [G]la, Oh [Am]rom toora [D]laddy, [G]rom toora [C]la, mosha [Am]rom toora [D]lay

[VERSE 8]
He [D]lay on the floor like a [C]sheep he was [Am]bleeding
I [D]swore on me soul that I'd [G]cut off his [C]life
But I [D]lifted him up and sat [C]down for a [Am]naggin
And [G]me and the [C]Tinker there [Am]ended our [D]strife.

[CHORUS]
[D]Rom toora [G]la, Oh [Am]rom toora [D]laddy, [G]rom toora [C]la, mosha [Am]rom toora [D]lay

[INSTRUMENTAL]
[D] [C] [Am]
[D] [G] [C]
[D] [C] [Am]
[G] [C] [Am] [D]

[VERSE 9]
Me [D]name is McShane from the [C]plains of [Am]Kildare
And a [D]farmer I was up [G]until the last [C]year
Till [D]I took a notion of [C]higher pro[Am]motion
Went [G]over to [C]England the [Am]harvest to [D]share

[CHORUS]
[D]Rom toora [G]la, Oh [Am]rom toora [D]laddy, [G]rom toora [C]la, mosha [Am]rom toora [D]lay
[D]Rom toora [G]la, Oh [Am]rom toora [D]laddy, [G]rom toora [C]la, mosha [Am]rom toora [D]lay