TA'IM IN ARREARS
(Capo on 5th fret)
Here's a (C)health to me mother-in-(G)law now,
I (C)ne'er at a fair saw her (F)yet,
You (C)blackguard don't (F)drink a drop (G)with me,
Your (C)conduct I'll (F)never for(C)get,
My money you (F)freely have (G)squandered,
(C)Treated me (F)rarely there (G7)now
(C)Drank both me (F)goose and me (G)gander,
and to(C)night you'll be (F)drinking me (C)cow
Chorus:
Oh (C)Ta'im in ar(F)rears, in ar(G)rears,
(C)Ta'im in ar(F)rears, i dti on (G7)ol,
(C)Ta'im in ar(F)rears, in ar(G)rears,
And I'm (C)feared I'll not (F)pay ever(C)more
I'm a fellow without any shame now,
Without a good name to report,
That would say to his darling wife's mother,
He'd still carry on in this sort,
I surely must travel through Éirinn,
Take to the road till I die,
As on me way I'll be faring,
You'll still hear my neighbours all cry,
I'd give you of cows a full twenty,
Of calves I would give you a score,
I'd give you me money in plenty,
If you'll promise to drink here no more,
A thousand good cows you can give me,
Ten acres a million or more,
I could swear to give over me drinking,
I'd still pay a call to this door .
There's a band of grey mud 'round me hat now,
In my coat there is many a tear,
Like a string is my old caravat now,
And oh me poor wig is thread-bare,
I'll buy me a shining new jacket,
A wig that's all powdered galore,
And I'll kick up a mighty fine racket,
When I come into money once more
(Capo on 5th fret)
Here's a (C)health to me mother-in-(G)law now,
I (C)ne'er at a fair saw her (F)yet,
You (C)blackguard don't (F)drink a drop (G)with me,
Your (C)conduct I'll (F)never for(C)get,
My money you (F)freely have (G)squandered,
(C)Treated me (F)rarely there (G7)now
(C)Drank both me (F)goose and me (G)gander,
and to(C)night you'll be (F)drinking me (C)cow
Chorus:
Oh (C)Ta'im in ar(F)rears, in ar(G)rears,
(C)Ta'im in ar(F)rears, i dti on (G7)ol,
(C)Ta'im in ar(F)rears, in ar(G)rears,
And I'm (C)feared I'll not (F)pay ever(C)more
I'm a fellow without any shame now,
Without a good name to report,
That would say to his darling wife's mother,
He'd still carry on in this sort,
I surely must travel through Éirinn,
Take to the road till I die,
As on me way I'll be faring,
You'll still hear my neighbours all cry,
I'd give you of cows a full twenty,
Of calves I would give you a score,
I'd give you me money in plenty,
If you'll promise to drink here no more,
A thousand good cows you can give me,
Ten acres a million or more,
I could swear to give over me drinking,
I'd still pay a call to this door .
There's a band of grey mud 'round me hat now,
In my coat there is many a tear,
Like a string is my old caravat now,
And oh me poor wig is thread-bare,
I'll buy me a shining new jacket,
A wig that's all powdered galore,
And I'll kick up a mighty fine racket,
When I come into money once more