John O'Reilly
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Oh, my name is John O'Reilly
And my father worked the fields
In the hills of old Killarny
Where I helped him turn the wheels
Oh, my arms grew hard as iron for a boy of 17
And I used my fists for gambling in those wet Killarny streets
Well, the ship left for America, and I took my pack aboard
Said goodbye to my dear Ireland, said a prayer to my dear Lord
Well, I fought those sorry Guineas in the kitchen they called hell
Well, I fought them for their dollar and those Guineas paid me well
Fairly well, fair Dover
Fairly well, your seasons turn
For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return
The day of my return
Well, I fought in New York City, and I fought in the Jersey shore
But my gut stayed full of whiskey, and my bed stayed full of whores
Well, they called my right a cannonball, my left they called the same
I left them all lyin', half in blood and half in shame
Well, I met a man on 32 and he stuck out his hand
And he offered me a thousand if I'd fall before his man
Well, I said it could be done but only for another two
He smiled at me and nodded as I stuck it in my shoe
Fairly well, fair Dover
Fairly well your seasons turn
For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return
The day of my return (oh)
Well, they rang the bell two times before I let him have my nose
And I let him work my left until my eye was swollen closed
Then I let loose, a right that they still talk about today
For that Guinea didn't know that I had bet the other way
Well, they covered every dock and every port there on the coast
Looking for that double crosser who had turned into a ghost
But I was on a train, my friend that rode the other way
And I'll sail from California back to Dublin one fine day
Fairly well, fair Dover
Fairly well your seasons turn
For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return
The day of my return
Fairly well, fair Dover
Fairly well your seasons turn
For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return
The day of my return (oh)
And my father worked the fields
In the hills of old Killarny
Where I helped him turn the wheels
Oh, my arms grew hard as iron for a boy of 17
And I used my fists for gambling in those wet Killarny streets
Well, the ship left for America, and I took my pack aboard
Said goodbye to my dear Ireland, said a prayer to my dear Lord
Well, I fought those sorry Guineas in the kitchen they called hell
Well, I fought them for their dollar and those Guineas paid me well
Fairly well, fair Dover
Fairly well, your seasons turn
For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return
The day of my return
Well, I fought in New York City, and I fought in the Jersey shore
But my gut stayed full of whiskey, and my bed stayed full of whores
Well, they called my right a cannonball, my left they called the same
I left them all lyin', half in blood and half in shame
Well, I met a man on 32 and he stuck out his hand
And he offered me a thousand if I'd fall before his man
Well, I said it could be done but only for another two
He smiled at me and nodded as I stuck it in my shoe
Fairly well, fair Dover
Fairly well your seasons turn
For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return
The day of my return (oh)
Well, they rang the bell two times before I let him have my nose
And I let him work my left until my eye was swollen closed
Then I let loose, a right that they still talk about today
For that Guinea didn't know that I had bet the other way
Well, they covered every dock and every port there on the coast
Looking for that double crosser who had turned into a ghost
But I was on a train, my friend that rode the other way
And I'll sail from California back to Dublin one fine day
Fairly well, fair Dover
Fairly well your seasons turn
For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return
The day of my return
Fairly well, fair Dover
Fairly well your seasons turn
For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return
The day of my return (oh)
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:07.73] Oh, my name is John O'Reilly
[00:09.61] And my father worked the fields
[00:11.84] In the hills of old Killarny
[00:13.68] Where I helped him turn the wheels
[00:15.60] Oh, my arms grew hard as iron for a boy of 17
[00:19.78] And I used my fists for gambling in those wet Killarny streets
[00:26.88] Well, the ship left for America, and I took my pack aboard
[00:30.65] Said goodbye to my dear Ireland, said a prayer to my dear Lord
[00:35.14] Well, I fought those sorry Guineas in the kitchen they called hell
[00:38.99] Well, I fought them for their dollar and those Guineas paid me well
[00:43.84] Fairly well, fair Dover
[00:46.01] Fairly well, your seasons turn
[00:48.39] For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return
[00:52.65] The day of my return
[01:06.42] Well, I fought in New York City, and I fought in the Jersey shore
[01:10.72] But my gut stayed full of whiskey, and my bed stayed full of whores
[01:14.74] Well, they called my right a cannonball, my left they called the same
[01:18.89] I left them all lyin', half in blood and half in shame
[01:23.54] Well, I met a man on 32 and he stuck out his hand
[01:28.08] And he offered me a thousand if I'd fall before his man
[01:32.04] Well, I said it could be done but only for another two
[01:36.14] He smiled at me and nodded as I stuck it in my shoe
[01:41.09] Fairly well, fair Dover
[01:43.09] Fairly well your seasons turn
[01:45.35] For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return
[01:49.64] The day of my return (oh)
[02:03.51] Well, they rang the bell two times before I let him have my nose
[02:07.83] And I let him work my left until my eye was swollen closed
[02:11.76] Then I let loose, a right that they still talk about today
[02:15.75] For that Guinea didn't know that I had bet the other way
[02:20.85] Well, they covered every dock and every port there on the coast
[02:24.71] Looking for that double crosser who had turned into a ghost
[02:29.36] But I was on a train, my friend that rode the other way
[02:33.00] And I'll sail from California back to Dublin one fine day
[02:38.20] Fairly well, fair Dover
[02:40.16] Fairly well your seasons turn
[02:42.39] For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return
[02:46.77] The day of my return
[02:49.22] Fairly well, fair Dover
[02:51.22] Fairly well your seasons turn
[02:53.57] For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return
[02:57.86] The day of my return (oh)
[03:01.54]
[00:09.61] And my father worked the fields
[00:11.84] In the hills of old Killarny
[00:13.68] Where I helped him turn the wheels
[00:15.60] Oh, my arms grew hard as iron for a boy of 17
[00:19.78] And I used my fists for gambling in those wet Killarny streets
[00:26.88] Well, the ship left for America, and I took my pack aboard
[00:30.65] Said goodbye to my dear Ireland, said a prayer to my dear Lord
[00:35.14] Well, I fought those sorry Guineas in the kitchen they called hell
[00:38.99] Well, I fought them for their dollar and those Guineas paid me well
[00:43.84] Fairly well, fair Dover
[00:46.01] Fairly well, your seasons turn
[00:48.39] For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return
[00:52.65] The day of my return
[01:06.42] Well, I fought in New York City, and I fought in the Jersey shore
[01:10.72] But my gut stayed full of whiskey, and my bed stayed full of whores
[01:14.74] Well, they called my right a cannonball, my left they called the same
[01:18.89] I left them all lyin', half in blood and half in shame
[01:23.54] Well, I met a man on 32 and he stuck out his hand
[01:28.08] And he offered me a thousand if I'd fall before his man
[01:32.04] Well, I said it could be done but only for another two
[01:36.14] He smiled at me and nodded as I stuck it in my shoe
[01:41.09] Fairly well, fair Dover
[01:43.09] Fairly well your seasons turn
[01:45.35] For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return
[01:49.64] The day of my return (oh)
[02:03.51] Well, they rang the bell two times before I let him have my nose
[02:07.83] And I let him work my left until my eye was swollen closed
[02:11.76] Then I let loose, a right that they still talk about today
[02:15.75] For that Guinea didn't know that I had bet the other way
[02:20.85] Well, they covered every dock and every port there on the coast
[02:24.71] Looking for that double crosser who had turned into a ghost
[02:29.36] But I was on a train, my friend that rode the other way
[02:33.00] And I'll sail from California back to Dublin one fine day
[02:38.20] Fairly well, fair Dover
[02:40.16] Fairly well your seasons turn
[02:42.39] For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return
[02:46.77] The day of my return
[02:49.22] Fairly well, fair Dover
[02:51.22] Fairly well your seasons turn
[02:53.57] For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return
[02:57.86] The day of my return (oh)
[03:01.54]