Well, there were gu[Em]ns and drums and drums and guns, h[G]aroo, haroo!
There were gu[Em]ns and drums and drums and guns, har[G]oo, har[D]oo!
There was K[G]athy there alo[D]ne, I fear,
When her br[C]other went out to s[Em]lay ya.
[G]Darlin' de[D]ar, you lo[C]ok so qu[D]eer, for J[Em]ohnny we hardly knew ya.
On the fi[Em]rst of March, he took his gun, h[G]aroo, haroo!
On the fi[Em]rst of March, he tracked ya down, har[G]oo, har[D]oo!
He fi[G]red the shot, ya b[D]it the dust,
Poor K[C]athy she cried a v[Em]ictim of lust.
[G]Darlin' d[D]ear, you l[C]ook so qu[D]eer, for K[Em]athy she hardly knew ya.
Well, h[Em]ey there Johnny, now how ya been?
I se[D]en ya hangin' 'round.
You're l[Am]ookin' mighty pale,
And then your e[Em]yes cast on the ground.
Well, h[Em]ey there Johnny, h[D]ow ya been?
I he[C]ard a young man b[Em]oast.
He sh[Em]ot ya down one m[C]ornin',
And yo[C]ur now J[D]ohnny's g[Em]host.
Well, h[Em]ey there, Johnny, we loved ya, boy,
But y[D]ou've been playin' 'round.
You b[Am]rought the wrath of the husbands,
The wi[Em]ves you spun around.
Well, h[Em]ey there, Johnny, you w[D]eren't so bad,
Could m[C]ake you into t[Em]wo.
To da[Em]nce a jig with J[C]ohnny,
That's a[C]ll they a[D]sked of y[Em]ou.
[G]Tooraloora Tooralai,
You b[D]rought the husbands scorn.
You had the lovers over night
And d[Em]isappeared at dawn.
[C]Tooraloora T[G]ooralai,
A drink and here's a t[D]oast:
[G]Here's to drunken I[C]rishmen,
And h[C]ere's to J[D]ohnny's g[Em]host.
Well, h[Em]ey there, Johnny, your momma cried,
I he[D]ar your messin' 'round.
You le[Am]ft poor Kathy pregnant,
And r[Em]an for higher ground.
Now K[Em]athy's older br[D]other got
The fi[C]rst gun he could f[Em]ind.
He tra[Em]cked ya down one mo[C]rnin'
With mu[C]rder [D]on his m[Em]ind.
[G]Tooraloora Tooralai,
Oh, Ka[D]thy, she did mourn.
She's screamin' for ya, Johnny,
The ba[Em]bes 'bout to be born.
Too[C]raloora T[G]ooralai,
A drink and here's a to[D]ast:
He[G]re's to drunken I[C]rishmen,
And h[C]ere's to J[D]ohnny's gh[Em]ost.
[Em] [Em] [Em] [C] [D] [Em] [Em] [C] [Em] [C][D]
[Em] [D] [Am] [Em] [Em] [D] [C] [Em] [Em][C][C][D][Em]
[G]Tooraloora Tooralai,
Oh, Ka[D]thy, she did mourn.
She's screamin' for ya, Johnny,
The ba[Em]bes 'bout to be born.
Too[C]raloora T[G]ooralai,
A drink and here's a to[D]ast:
He[G]re's to drunken I[C]rishmen,
And h[C]ere's to J[D]ohnny's gh[Em]ost.
NC
Well, it was early that mornin'
When Kathy's brother stepped in the street.
Johnny just stood there waiting,
Starin' at his feet.
Then in his mind he said a prayer,
Cried Kathleen as he fell,
And the message on his tombstone reads,
"He took that bullet well."
[G]Tooraloora Tooralai,
I'd [D]sooner hear the sound,
And here's to Kathy's brother,
Who p[Em]ut ya in the ground.
T[C]ooraloora To[G]oralai,
A drink and here's a t[D]oast:
He[G]re's to drunken [C]Irishmen,
And h[C]ere's to J[D]ohnny's g[Em]host.
2x:
H[G]ere's to drunken [C]Irishmen,
And h[C]ere's to J[D]ohnny's g[Em]host.
There were gu[Em]ns and drums and drums and guns, har[G]oo, har[D]oo!
There was K[G]athy there alo[D]ne, I fear,
When her br[C]other went out to s[Em]lay ya.
[G]Darlin' de[D]ar, you lo[C]ok so qu[D]eer, for J[Em]ohnny we hardly knew ya.
On the fi[Em]rst of March, he took his gun, h[G]aroo, haroo!
On the fi[Em]rst of March, he tracked ya down, har[G]oo, har[D]oo!
He fi[G]red the shot, ya b[D]it the dust,
Poor K[C]athy she cried a v[Em]ictim of lust.
[G]Darlin' d[D]ear, you l[C]ook so qu[D]eer, for K[Em]athy she hardly knew ya.
Well, h[Em]ey there Johnny, now how ya been?
I se[D]en ya hangin' 'round.
You're l[Am]ookin' mighty pale,
And then your e[Em]yes cast on the ground.
Well, h[Em]ey there Johnny, h[D]ow ya been?
I he[C]ard a young man b[Em]oast.
He sh[Em]ot ya down one m[C]ornin',
And yo[C]ur now J[D]ohnny's g[Em]host.
Well, h[Em]ey there, Johnny, we loved ya, boy,
But y[D]ou've been playin' 'round.
You b[Am]rought the wrath of the husbands,
The wi[Em]ves you spun around.
Well, h[Em]ey there, Johnny, you w[D]eren't so bad,
Could m[C]ake you into t[Em]wo.
To da[Em]nce a jig with J[C]ohnny,
That's a[C]ll they a[D]sked of y[Em]ou.
[G]Tooraloora Tooralai,
You b[D]rought the husbands scorn.
You had the lovers over night
And d[Em]isappeared at dawn.
[C]Tooraloora T[G]ooralai,
A drink and here's a t[D]oast:
[G]Here's to drunken I[C]rishmen,
And h[C]ere's to J[D]ohnny's g[Em]host.
Well, h[Em]ey there, Johnny, your momma cried,
I he[D]ar your messin' 'round.
You le[Am]ft poor Kathy pregnant,
And r[Em]an for higher ground.
Now K[Em]athy's older br[D]other got
The fi[C]rst gun he could f[Em]ind.
He tra[Em]cked ya down one mo[C]rnin'
With mu[C]rder [D]on his m[Em]ind.
[G]Tooraloora Tooralai,
Oh, Ka[D]thy, she did mourn.
She's screamin' for ya, Johnny,
The ba[Em]bes 'bout to be born.
Too[C]raloora T[G]ooralai,
A drink and here's a to[D]ast:
He[G]re's to drunken I[C]rishmen,
And h[C]ere's to J[D]ohnny's gh[Em]ost.
[Em] [Em] [Em] [C] [D] [Em] [Em] [C] [Em] [C][D]
[Em] [D] [Am] [Em] [Em] [D] [C] [Em] [Em][C][C][D][Em]
[G]Tooraloora Tooralai,
Oh, Ka[D]thy, she did mourn.
She's screamin' for ya, Johnny,
The ba[Em]bes 'bout to be born.
Too[C]raloora T[G]ooralai,
A drink and here's a to[D]ast:
He[G]re's to drunken I[C]rishmen,
And h[C]ere's to J[D]ohnny's gh[Em]ost.
NC
Well, it was early that mornin'
When Kathy's brother stepped in the street.
Johnny just stood there waiting,
Starin' at his feet.
Then in his mind he said a prayer,
Cried Kathleen as he fell,
And the message on his tombstone reads,
"He took that bullet well."
[G]Tooraloora Tooralai,
I'd [D]sooner hear the sound,
And here's to Kathy's brother,
Who p[Em]ut ya in the ground.
T[C]ooraloora To[G]oralai,
A drink and here's a t[D]oast:
He[G]re's to drunken [C]Irishmen,
And h[C]ere's to J[D]ohnny's g[Em]host.
2x:
H[G]ere's to drunken [C]Irishmen,
And h[C]ere's to J[D]ohnny's g[Em]host.
