Tonalité : E minor
Verse 1
Em
Good evening, all my jolly lads,
I'm glad to find you well
D
Em
If you'll gather all around
D
me, now, the story I will tell
and begorrah and begob
I can whisper all the weekly
wage of nineteen bob
Verse 2
October
since I left me native home
After helping them Killarney boys
and around me waist a belt
D
Em
I'm the gaffer of the squad
that makes the hot asphalt
Verse 3
and we laid it in the flat
And if it doesn't last forever,
G
Em
Well, I've wandered up and down
the world and sure I never felt
D
Em
Any surface that was equal
to the hot asphalt
Verse 4
Em
The other night a copper comes and he says to me,
McGuire
Would you kindly let me light me
D
pipe down at your boiler fire?
Em
And he planks himself right down
in front, with hobnails up, till late
And says I, me decent man,
you'd better go and find your bait
Verse 5
I'm down on you,
I'm up to all yer pranks
Don't I know you for a traitor
Em
Boys, I hit straight from the shoulder
and I gave him such a belt
That I knocked him into the
boiler full of hot asphalt
Verse 6
and we laid it in the flat
And if it doesn't last forever,
Em
Well, I've wandered up and down the
to the hot asphalt
Verse 7
Em
We quickly dragged him out again and we
Em
And with soap and warm water
D
it hardened and it turned him hard as stone
Em
And with every other rub, sure you
could hear the copper groan
Verse 8
O'Reilly,
that he's lookin' like old Nick
And burn me if I am not inclined to
Em
Now, says I, it would be easier
to boil him till he melts
D
Em
And to stir him nice and easy
in the hot asphalt
Verse 9
and we laid it in the flat
And if it doesn't last forever,
Em
Well, I've wandered up and down
D
the world and sure I never felt
to the hot asphalt
Verse 10
Em
You may talk about yer sailor lads, ballad
Em
Your shoemakers and your tailors
the way their flinty hearts to melt
D
Em
Are the lads around the boiler
making hot asphalt
Verse 11
with scrubbing,
sure I caught me death of cold
D
For scientific purposes, me body it was sold
Em
In the Kelvin grove museum, me boys,
I'm hangin' in me pelt
As a monument to the Irish,
making hot asphalt
Verse 12
and we laid it in the flat
And if it doesn't last forever,
Em
Well, I've wandered up and down
the world and sure I never felt
D
Em
Any surface that was equal to the hot asphalt
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