| Song Name: | Johnny Jump-Up(tremolo) | By: | Irish Traditional |
| Posted By: | yukon | Difficulty: | Beginner |
| Key: | C | Genre: | Irish |
| Harp Type: | Tremolo | ||
| Created: | 2009-04-29 17:04:02 | Modified: | 0000-00-00 00:00:00 |
| Song: | -5 -5 -7 -7 -7 7 -7 -6 -5 -5
Well, I�ll tell you a story that happened -5 -5 -5 5 -5 6 7 -7 7 7 7 7 to me, one day as I went out to Youghal by 6 -5 -9 -9 -9 8 -7 -7 7 -7 the sea, the day it was hot, the sun it -7 -8 -9 -9 -9 8 -9 -7 7 -7 was warm, says I �a quick pint wouldn�t do -6 -5 -5 a-ny harm I went in and called for a bottle of stout says the barman, �I�m sorry the beer�s all sold out, try whiskey, young paddy, ten years in the wood� says I, �I�ll have cider; I�ve heard that it�s good Chorus: -5 -5 -7 -7 -7 7 -7 -6 -5 -5 -5 -5 -5 Oh nev-er, Oh never, Oh never again, If I 5 -5 6 7 -7 7 7 7 6 -5 5 live to a hundred or a hundred and ten; -9 -9 -9 8 -7 -7 7 -7 -7 -8 8 for I fell to the ground and I couldn�t get -9 -9 -9 -9 8 -9 -7 7 -7 -6 -5 up, after drinkin� a quart of the Johnny -5 -5 Jump-up After leavin the third I came out by the yard, where I walked into Brophy the civic guard; �come ere to me boy don�t you know I�m the law?� I upped with me fist and I shattered his jaw Well he fell to the ground with his knees doubled up �twas not I that hit him, but Johnny Jump-Up, the next thing that I met down by Youghal by the sea was a cripple on crutches and he said to me �I�m afraid for me life I�ll be hit by a car, won�t you help me across to the railwayman�s bar?� but after drinkin� a quart of the cider so sweet, he threw down his crutches and danced in the street. Chorus Well I went down the Lee road a friend for to see, they call it the Madhouse in Cork by the sea, but when I got there sure the truth I will tell, they had a poor bugger locked up in a cell, said the guard, testing him, �say these word if you can: �Around the rugged rock the ragged rascal ran.� �Tell them I�m not crazy, tell them I�m not mad �twas only the sup of the bottle I had. Chorus A man died in the Union by the name of McNabb, they washed him, they laid him outside on a slab, and after O�Conner his measurements did take, his wife took him home for a bloody fine wake Well, about twelve o�clock and the beer it was high, the corpse he sits up and says he with a sigh, �I can�t get to heaven, they won�t let me up �till I bring them a quart of Johnny Jump-Up Chorus Chorus |
