Sam Is Coming Home Song Lyrics And Guitar Chords
by The Merry Ploughboys. A new Dublin football anthem for the 2011 final against Kerry in Croke Park in September. A mighty song indeed. If you think you know the tune you would be spot on, it's the same as ''Home Boys Home by The Dubliners, well for the most part, there's a slight change where it starts, ''When The Dubs Go In To Life The Sam Maguire'' , so the guitar chords change slightly for that part, otherwise it's the same as Home Boys Home.
[D]Sam is coming home,
back to Molly Malone
He’s [A]tired of cutting cabbages
in Kerry and Ty[D]rone
He misses Anna [G]Liffey,
the [D]coddle and the [A]crack
Sam is coming home again,
he wants a welcome [D]back
Verses:
[D]O'Carroll is the full back for the famous boys in blue,
Ma[A]cauley gets the breaking ball with Ross McConnell [D]too
Cluxton takes the [G]forty fives, the [D]Brogans score from [A]play
And goals from Flynn & Connolly send the Dubs along their[D] way.
[D]We sang about the 70's the decade of the Dubs
Sam [A]Maguire was happy then around the Dublin [D]clubs
Now all the years of [G]exile, [D]lonlieness and [A]pain
They're nearly over now for he's coming home a[D]gain
[D]Sam is coming home,
back to Molly Malone
He’s [A]tired of cutting cabbages
in Kerry and Ty[D]rone
He misses Anna [G]Liffey,
the [D]coddle and the [A]crack
Sam is coming home again,
he wants a welcome [D]back.
[D]When the Dubs. go in to life the Sam Maguire,
We'll be [A]there, we'll be there.
When the [D]Dubs. go in to life the Sam Maguire,
We'll be [A]there, we'll be [D]there
We’ll take him down O’Connell Street and to the GPO
We’ll bring him in to James Gate to say a quick hello
Up the Dublin mountains to see the fields of green
And then we’ ll take him home again to live on Hill 16
Hill 16 was singing in the year of eighty three
The time the twelve apostles would not show bended knee
So many yearsa we’ve waited since nineteen ninety five
Here’s to all the Dublin folk who kept the flame alive
back to Molly Malone
He’s [A]tired of cutting cabbages
in Kerry and Ty[D]rone
He misses Anna [G]Liffey,
the [D]coddle and the [A]crack
Sam is coming home again,
he wants a welcome [D]back
Verses:
[D]O'Carroll is the full back for the famous boys in blue,
Ma[A]cauley gets the breaking ball with Ross McConnell [D]too
Cluxton takes the [G]forty fives, the [D]Brogans score from [A]play
And goals from Flynn & Connolly send the Dubs along their[D] way.
[D]We sang about the 70's the decade of the Dubs
Sam [A]Maguire was happy then around the Dublin [D]clubs
Now all the years of [G]exile, [D]lonlieness and [A]pain
They're nearly over now for he's coming home a[D]gain
[D]Sam is coming home,
back to Molly Malone
He’s [A]tired of cutting cabbages
in Kerry and Ty[D]rone
He misses Anna [G]Liffey,
the [D]coddle and the [A]crack
Sam is coming home again,
he wants a welcome [D]back.
[D]When the Dubs. go in to life the Sam Maguire,
We'll be [A]there, we'll be there.
When the [D]Dubs. go in to life the Sam Maguire,
We'll be [A]there, we'll be [D]there
We’ll take him down O’Connell Street and to the GPO
We’ll bring him in to James Gate to say a quick hello
Up the Dublin mountains to see the fields of green
And then we’ ll take him home again to live on Hill 16
Hill 16 was singing in the year of eighty three
The time the twelve apostles would not show bended knee
So many yearsa we’ve waited since nineteen ninety five
Here’s to all the Dublin folk who kept the flame alive
The Merry Ploughboys are a Dublin based ballad group which is a rare thing nowadays as most of the auld ballad groups fell by the way side during the Celtic Tiger when the publicans thought ballad groups were not a good image for their pubs, I think live music is making a bit of a come back as bar prifits fall into the red, lets hope so, that bloody karaoki would drive you to drink.
Up The Dubs Poem [ words / lyrics ] from FM104's Strawberry Alarm Clock. The narrator is Peter Coonan. The words of the poem were sent to FM 104 by listeners in bits and pieces. Those lines were put together by Jim Nugent to make up the poem.
Heroes, our heroes, our boys in Blue
Our tribe, our warriors, hill 16 on a sunny Sunday
Like nowhere else on earth, the greatest show on earth
Up the Dubs, in the blood, me uncle never missed a match
He was known to leave a wedding early for The Dubs
He's there in spirit now on hill 16,
And when they win '' Smiling '',
True blue true blood,
'Cause hill 16 has never seen the likes of Heffo's Army.
Pints, match day, family superstition, his lucky jersey
Lucky bra, praying it doesn't rain,
Slagging cluchies with their ''hang'' sandwiches,
The Dubs will shut them up.
Walking down Jones Road, come on you boys in blue
Walking into town, flags comming out of every car
No better sight than Croke Park
than the Dubs hand passing their way to goal
Granda screaming at the telly, sit down.
The passion the loyalty, the most loyal fans
And they earned every one, Dublin, the Dubs
The sea of blue, going through the turnstiles
on your dad's sholders,
standing next to the brothers and sisters you never met
We're the 16th man, hats scarfs and head bands
Thinking of me da, he followed them all over
and shed many a tear of sadness and joy.
I get goose-bumps when the Dubs come out on the pitch
The whole city comes together, laughs in the stands
Caught on camera at half time, where my grand da stood
Where my daughter stands in her blue,
We put our 3 year old nephew in the Sam
Tears in my eyes, Sackville for me nerves
Quinn's for the celebration, proud to be a Dub
The Artane Boys Band, the parade of teams, that roar
The tears are crying when Cluxton scores the winner
It's family, our family, up the Dubs.
Heroes, our heroes, our boys in Blue
Our tribe, our warriors, hill 16 on a sunny Sunday
Like nowhere else on earth, the greatest show on earth
Up the Dubs, in the blood, me uncle never missed a match
He was known to leave a wedding early for The Dubs
He's there in spirit now on hill 16,
And when they win '' Smiling '',
True blue true blood,
'Cause hill 16 has never seen the likes of Heffo's Army.
Pints, match day, family superstition, his lucky jersey
Lucky bra, praying it doesn't rain,
Slagging cluchies with their ''hang'' sandwiches,
The Dubs will shut them up.
Walking down Jones Road, come on you boys in blue
Walking into town, flags comming out of every car
No better sight than Croke Park
than the Dubs hand passing their way to goal
Granda screaming at the telly, sit down.
The passion the loyalty, the most loyal fans
And they earned every one, Dublin, the Dubs
The sea of blue, going through the turnstiles
on your dad's sholders,
standing next to the brothers and sisters you never met
We're the 16th man, hats scarfs and head bands
Thinking of me da, he followed them all over
and shed many a tear of sadness and joy.
I get goose-bumps when the Dubs come out on the pitch
The whole city comes together, laughs in the stands
Caught on camera at half time, where my grand da stood
Where my daughter stands in her blue,
We put our 3 year old nephew in the Sam
Tears in my eyes, Sackville for me nerves
Quinn's for the celebration, proud to be a Dub
The Artane Boys Band, the parade of teams, that roar
The tears are crying when Cluxton scores the winner
It's family, our family, up the Dubs.
