Gaelic Storm - Darcys Donkey - аккорды

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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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T'was up in the Bluestack mountains, D'arcy kept a bit of a still

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We were sneaking home a bottle, when the guards came up the hill

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"Lose the booze" cried D'arcy and before we could reply,

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He'd dumped it in the nosebag of his donkey standing by.

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The donkey had a ganky leg, and only one good eye.

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When he got a lick of the whiskey, he'd swear that he could fly

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He rocketed through the roundabout, and down by Jamesie's bar,

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Then he vaulted through the hedges at the track at Ballintra


[Chorus 1]
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Here's to you, to me and one and all

       F                                            C
To the garda, and the gargle, and the trophy on the wall

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Here's to you, to me and one and all

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The day that D'arcy's drunken donkey won the race at Donegal


[Fiddle fill]
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[Verse 2]
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The garda chased the donkey, and we followed in pursuit,

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For fear they'd spill the whiskey, we begged them not to shoot

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We barreled through the turnstiles, we got there just in time,

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To place our bets before the lot of 'em reached the starting line.

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The flag was up, the race was on, the donkey looked behind

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He saw the guards were after him but sure he didn't mind

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He had himself another sip, and a second one as well,

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Then he bucked and kicked and knocked the competition all to hell.


[Chorus 2]
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Here's to you, to me and one and all

       F                                            C
To the garda, and the gargle, and the trophy on the wall

F                 Bb/F             F
Here's to you, to me and one and all

             F                               C              F   D
The day that D'arcy's drunken donkey won the race at Donegal



[Fiddle Interlude]
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[Verse 3]
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The donkey passed the post about a lap or two ahead

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He finished off the whiskey, then toppled over dead

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We went to check the bets and found when everything was done

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The garda came in second and paid 35 to one!

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So we dragged the donkey's carcass down to Jamesie's for a pint

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To drink up all our winnings, and to celebrate the night

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We missed the poor old donkey, but still we had to laugh

     C                             D              G
When Jamesie made a trophy of the donkey's better half


[Pre-Chorus]
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So raise a beer in the air, to the famous derriere

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Everybody raise a glass to D'arcy's ass! D'arcy's ass!

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Everybody raise a glass to D'arcy's ass! D'arcy's ass!


[Chorus 3]
G                 C/G             G
Here's to you, to me and one and all

       G                               D
To the garda, and the gargle, and the trophy on the wall

G                 C/G             G
Here's to you, to me and one and all

             G                               D           G
The day that D'arcy's drunken donkey won the race at Donegal

             G                               D           G
The day that D'arcy's drunken donkey won the race at Donegal