McIllhatton Irish song lyrics and guitar chords

Christy Moore, written by Bobby Sands who also wrote Back Home In Derry which Christy also recorded. I have given 2 sets of guitar chords. The second version is the key that Christy plays the song in.

In[C] Glenravel's Glen there[D] lives a man whom[C] some would call a[D] god               
For he could[C] cure your shakes with a[D] bottle of his stuff would[C] cost you thirty[G] bob
Come[D] winter, summer,[C] frost all over, a[D] jiggin' Spring on the breeze
In the[G] dead of night a[C] man steps by, "McI[G]lhatton, if you[D] please"
CHORUS 
McIl[G]hatton you blurt we[F] need you, cry a[C] million shaking[G] men
Where[G] are your sacks of[C] barley, will your[G] likes be seen a[F]gain?
Heres a[G] jig to the man and a[C] reel to the drop and a [G]swing to the girl he[C] loves 
May your[G] fiddle play and[D] poitín cure your[C] company up a[D]bove
 
Theres a wisp of smoke to the south of the Glen and the poitín is on the air
The birds in the burrows and the rabbits in the sky and there's drunkards everywhere
At Skerries Rock the fox is out and begod he's chasing the hounds
And the only thing in decent shape is buried beneath the ground
CHORUS
At McIlhatton's house the fairies are out and dancing on the hobs
The goat's collapsed and the dog has run away and there's salmon down the bogs
He has a million gallons of wash and the peelers are on the Glen
But they'll never catch that hackler cos he's not comin'

Here's the chords that Christy uses.

In[B] Glenravel's Glen there[C#] lives a man whom[B] some would call a[C#] god               
For he could[B] cure your shakes with a bottle of his stuff would cost you thirty[F#] bob
Come[C#] winter, summer,[B] frost all over, a jiggin' Spring on the [C#]breeze
In the[F#] dead of night a[B] man steps by, "McIlhatton, if you[C#] please"
CHORUS 
McIl[F#]hatton you blurt we[E#] need you, cry a[B] million shaking[F#] men
Where are your sacks of[B] barley, will your[F#] likes be seen a[E]gain?
Heres a[F#] jig to the man and a[B] reel to the drop and a [F#]swing to the girl he[B] loves 
May your[F#] fiddle play and[C#] poitín cure your[B#] company up a[C#]bove