Plains Of Kildare

Andy Irvine & Paul Brandy

Tom original: D Capotraste: Sem capotraste Acordes: 7

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Verse 1

Em                                 A           Em
Come all you bold sportsmen and listen to my story
                                   D           Em
It’s about noble Stewball that gallant racing pony
                                        G              D
Arthur Marble was the man that first brought Stewball here
        G                                        A
For to run with Miss Griesel on the Plains of Kildare.

Verse 2

Em                                 A           Em
O the fame of his actions we’ve heard of before
                            D           Em
But now he is challenged by young Mrs. Gore
                                   G              D
For to run with Miss Griesel that handsome grey mare
        G                                        A
For ten thousand gold guineas on the Plains of Kildare.

Verse 3

Em                                          A           Em
And the cattle they were brought out with saddle whip and bridle
                                    D           Em
And the gentlemen did shout at the sight of the gallant riders
                               G              D
And in viewing the cattle just as they came there
        G                                        A
O they all laid their money on the Monaghan grey mare.

Verse 4

Em                              A             Em
And the order it was given and away they did fly
                             D           Em
Stewball like an arrow the grey mare passed by
                                     G              D
And if you had’ve been there for to see them going round
        G                                        A
You’d’ve thought to your heart their feet ne’er touched the ground.

Verse 5

Em                                   A             Em
And when at last they came to half way round the course
                         D           Em
Stewball and his rider began to discourse
                                G            D
Says Stewball to the rider “Can you tell to me
        G                                 A
How far is that grey mare this moment from me.”

Verse 6

Em                               A             Em
Says the rider to Stewball “You run in great style
                         D           Em
You’re ahead of the grey mare almost half a mile
                                G            D
And if you keep your running I vow and I swear
        G                                 A
That you never will be beaten by the Monaghan grey mare.”

Verse 7

Em                               A             Em
The last winning post, Stewball passed it quite handy
                         D           Em
Horse and rider both called for sherry wine and brandy
                                G            D
And they drank up a health to the noble grey mare
        G                                 A
For she emptied their pockets on the Plains of Kildare.

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