Shannon From Dungannon Lyrics And Chords By Jack Keogh
Jack Keogh sings this in the key of F with a key change. Key changes in songs are optional if your playing for your own enjoyment.
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[F]She grew up in the country
with her farm and land
She[Bb] ploughed the fields and [F]fed the cows
she milked them all by [C]hand
Work[F]ing hard everyday day to [Bb]earn a few [F]pound
Then off to the dance on Saturday in the [C]Ryandale she’d be [F]found
Her [F]father and mother taught her everything they knew
The [Bb]farm one day would be [F]hers and make her dreams come [C]true
Up [F]early every morning, to [Bb]work the whole day [F]long
With her favourite music blaring listening to some old country song
Ah [Bb]Shannon from Dungannon, come [F]on and dance with me
I’ll [Bb]farm your land and [F]take your hand I’ll bring you home for[C] tea
I’m [F]falling for you Shannon, oh why can’t you [Bb]see
That I’m the boy for [F]you, and you’re the girl for me
With her new Massey tractor, she’d be [C]driving through the [F]town
[C]Come silage [F]season, she would be hard [C]found
[F]Cutting grass all day long then [Bb]get a few hours [F]kip
And [Bb]back to it the [F]next day to compact it in the tip
Ah [Bb]Shannon from Dungannon, come [F]on and dance with me
I’ll [Bb]farm your land and [F]take your hand I’ll [C]bring you home for tea
I’m [F]falling for you Shannon, ah why can’t you [Bb]see
I’m the boy for [F]you, and you’re the girl for me
Instrumental [Bb] [F] [C#] [F]
We [F]eventually got married in the [C]Country of Ty[F]rone
Her [B]mam and dad [F#]left us the farm and now it is our [C#]home
But [F#]still when Saturday comes around we put [B]on our dancing [F]shoes
And go [B]back to The Ryan[F#]dale, to dance the whole night through
Ah [B]Shannon from Dungannon, come[F#] on and dance with me
I'll [B]farm your land, I'll [F#]take your hand, I'll bring you home for tea
I'm falling for you Shannon, ah why can't you [B]see
I'm the boy for [F#]you, and you're the girl for me
Ah [B]Shannon from Dungannon, come [F#]on and dance with me
I'll [B]farm your land, I'll t[F]ake your hand, I'll bring you home for[C#] tea
I'm [F]falling for you Shannon, ah why can't you see,,[B]
That I'm the boy for [F#]you, and you're the girl for me
Yes [B]I'm the boy for [F#]you, and [C#]you're the girl for [F#]me
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[F]She grew up in the country
with her farm and land
She[Bb] ploughed the fields and [F]fed the cows
she milked them all by [C]hand
Work[F]ing hard everyday day to [Bb]earn a few [F]pound
Then off to the dance on Saturday in the [C]Ryandale she’d be [F]found
Her [F]father and mother taught her everything they knew
The [Bb]farm one day would be [F]hers and make her dreams come [C]true
Up [F]early every morning, to [Bb]work the whole day [F]long
With her favourite music blaring listening to some old country song
Ah [Bb]Shannon from Dungannon, come [F]on and dance with me
I’ll [Bb]farm your land and [F]take your hand I’ll bring you home for[C] tea
I’m [F]falling for you Shannon, oh why can’t you [Bb]see
That I’m the boy for [F]you, and you’re the girl for me
With her new Massey tractor, she’d be [C]driving through the [F]town
[C]Come silage [F]season, she would be hard [C]found
[F]Cutting grass all day long then [Bb]get a few hours [F]kip
And [Bb]back to it the [F]next day to compact it in the tip
Ah [Bb]Shannon from Dungannon, come [F]on and dance with me
I’ll [Bb]farm your land and [F]take your hand I’ll [C]bring you home for tea
I’m [F]falling for you Shannon, ah why can’t you [Bb]see
I’m the boy for [F]you, and you’re the girl for me
Instrumental [Bb] [F] [C#] [F]
We [F]eventually got married in the [C]Country of Ty[F]rone
Her [B]mam and dad [F#]left us the farm and now it is our [C#]home
But [F#]still when Saturday comes around we put [B]on our dancing [F]shoes
And go [B]back to The Ryan[F#]dale, to dance the whole night through
Ah [B]Shannon from Dungannon, come[F#] on and dance with me
I'll [B]farm your land, I'll [F#]take your hand, I'll bring you home for tea
I'm falling for you Shannon, ah why can't you [B]see
I'm the boy for [F#]you, and you're the girl for me
Ah [B]Shannon from Dungannon, come [F#]on and dance with me
I'll [B]farm your land, I'll t[F]ake your hand, I'll bring you home for[C#] tea
I'm [F]falling for you Shannon, ah why can't you see,,[B]
That I'm the boy for [F#]you, and you're the girl for me
Yes [B]I'm the boy for [F#]you, and [C#]you're the girl for [F#]me
Alternative guitar chords in the key of G, with the optional key change.
[G]She grew up in the country
with her farm and land
She[C] ploughed the fields and [G]fed the cows
she milked them all by [D]hand
Work[G]ing hard everyday day to [C]earn a few [G]pound
Then off to the dance on Saturday in the [D]Ryandale she'd be [G]found
Her [G]father and mother taught her everything they knew
The [C]farm one day would be [G]hers and make her dreams come [D]true
Up [G]early every morning, to [C]work the whole day [G]long
With her favourite music blaring listening to some old country song
Ah [C]Shannon from Dungannon, come [G]on and dance with me
I'll [C]farm your land and [G]take your hand I'll bring you home for[D] tea
I'm [G]falling for you Shannon, oh why can't you [C]see
That I'm the boy for [G]you, and you're the girl for me
With her new Massey tractor, she'd be [D]driving through the [G]town
[D]Come silage [G]season, she would be hard [D]found
[G]Cutting grass all day long then [C]get a few hours [G]kip
And [C]back to it the [G]next day to compact it in the tip
Ah [C]Shannon from Dungannon, come [G]on and dance with me
I'll [C]farm your land and [G]take your hand I'll [D]bring you home for tea
I'm [G]falling for you Shannon, ah why can't you [C]see
I'm the boy for [G]you, and you're the girl for me
Instrumental [C] [G] [D#] [G]
We [G]eventually got married in the [D]Country of Ty[G]rone
Her [C#]mam and dad [G#]left us the farm and now it is our [D#]home
But [G#]still when Saturday comes around we put [C#]on our dancing [G]shoes
And go [C#]back to The Ryan[G#]dale, to dance the whole night through
Ah [C#]Shannon from Dungannon, come[G#] on and dance with me
I'll [C#]farm your land, I'll [G#]take your hand, I'll bring you home for tea
I'm falling for you Shannon, ah why can't you [C#]see
I'm the boy for [G#]you, and you're the girl for me
Ah [C#]Shannon from Dungannon, come [G#]on and dance with me
I'll [C#]farm your land, I'll t[G]ake your hand, I'll bring you home for[D#] tea
I'm [G]falling for you Shannon, ah why can't you see,,[C#]
That I'm the boy for [G#]you, and you're the girl for me
Yes [C#]I'm the boy for [G#]you, and [D#]you're the girl for [G#]me
Song lyrics without the chords.
She grew up in the country
with her farm and land
She ploughed the fields and fed the cows
she milked them all by hand
Working hard everyday day to earn a few pound
Then off to the dance on Saturday in the Ryandale she’d be found
Her father and mother taught her everything they knew
The farm one day would be hers and make her dreams come true
Up early every morning, to work the whole day long
With her favourite music blaring listening to some old country song
Ah Shannon from Dungannon, come on and dance with me
I’ll farm your land and take your hand I’ll bring you home for tea
I’m falling for you Shannon, oh why can’t you see
That I’m the boy for you, and you’re the girl for me
With her new Massey tractor, she’d be driving through the town
Come silage season, she would be hard found
Cutting grass all day long then get a few hours kip
And back to it the next day to compact it in the tip
Ah Shannon from Dungannon, come on and dance with me
I’ll farm your land and take your hand I’ll bring you home for tea
I’m falling for you Shannon, ah why can’t you see
I’m the boy for you, and you’re the girl for me
We eventually got married in the Country of Tyrone
Her mam and dad left us the farm and now it is our home
But still when Saturday comes around we put on our dancing shoes
And go back to The Ryandale, to dance the whole night through
Ah Shannon from Dungannon, come on and dance with me
I'll farm your land, I'll take your hand, I'll bring you home for tea
I'm falling for you Shannon, ah why can't you see
I'm the boy for you, and you're the girl for me
Ah Shannon from Dungannon, come on and dance with me
I'll farm your land, I'll take your hand, I'll bring you home for tea
I'm falling for you Shannon, ah why can't you see
That I'm the boy for you, and you're the girl for me
Yes I'm the boy for you, and you're the girl for me
She grew up in the country
with her farm and land
She ploughed the fields and fed the cows
she milked them all by hand
Working hard everyday day to earn a few pound
Then off to the dance on Saturday in the Ryandale she’d be found
Her father and mother taught her everything they knew
The farm one day would be hers and make her dreams come true
Up early every morning, to work the whole day long
With her favourite music blaring listening to some old country song
Ah Shannon from Dungannon, come on and dance with me
I’ll farm your land and take your hand I’ll bring you home for tea
I’m falling for you Shannon, oh why can’t you see
That I’m the boy for you, and you’re the girl for me
With her new Massey tractor, she’d be driving through the town
Come silage season, she would be hard found
Cutting grass all day long then get a few hours kip
And back to it the next day to compact it in the tip
Ah Shannon from Dungannon, come on and dance with me
I’ll farm your land and take your hand I’ll bring you home for tea
I’m falling for you Shannon, ah why can’t you see
I’m the boy for you, and you’re the girl for me
We eventually got married in the Country of Tyrone
Her mam and dad left us the farm and now it is our home
But still when Saturday comes around we put on our dancing shoes
And go back to The Ryandale, to dance the whole night through
Ah Shannon from Dungannon, come on and dance with me
I'll farm your land, I'll take your hand, I'll bring you home for tea
I'm falling for you Shannon, ah why can't you see
I'm the boy for you, and you're the girl for me
Ah Shannon from Dungannon, come on and dance with me
I'll farm your land, I'll take your hand, I'll bring you home for tea
I'm falling for you Shannon, ah why can't you see
That I'm the boy for you, and you're the girl for me
Yes I'm the boy for you, and you're the girl for me
About The Song.
this song is pure country-and-culchie romance, a love story soaked in diesel fumes, cow manure, and Tyrone charm. Let me give it the Irish wit treatment:
We start with Shannon from Dungannon — a woman raised with:
she’s milking cows by hand, like the dairy dominatrix of Ulster.
She works hard all week just to earn a few quid --
and come Saturday night?
She’s in The Ryandale — swinging, jiving, and probably knocking lads over with her tractor-scented perfume.
Her parents trained her up to inherit the farm:
They taught her:
singing away to some old country tune --
no doubt Philomena Begley or Big Tom
blaring loud enough to scare the cows into giving extra milk.
Then enters our suitor --
a lad likely wearing:
“Ah Shannon from Dungannon, come on and dance with me.”
Which is Tyrone for:
“I may not have class or style, but I’ve got a tractor and a dream.”
He promises:
that’s the REAL marriage proposal in rural Ulster.
Then we witness Shannon’s glory moment:
driving through town in her new Massey Ferguson tractor
like the Queen of Agriculture,
leaving jealous farmers gawking in the dust.
Come silage season?
She disappears like Batman --
only to emerge 14 hours later absolutely covered in grass
looking like a glamorous swamp monster.
Eventually— true love triumphs!
They get married in Tyrone
Mam and Dad pass on the farm
and now their life is:
because nothing says everlasting love like sweaty dancing to Irish country music
under fluorescent lights
while drinking flat Harp Lager.
In summary:
This song is:
“happily ever after” means fresh milk, fresh grass, and a partner who’ll dance with you until the cows come home.
this song is pure country-and-culchie romance, a love story soaked in diesel fumes, cow manure, and Tyrone charm. Let me give it the Irish wit treatment:
We start with Shannon from Dungannon — a woman raised with:
- her hand on a cow’s udder
- her foot on the plough
- and her heart in the haybarn
she’s milking cows by hand, like the dairy dominatrix of Ulster.
She works hard all week just to earn a few quid --
and come Saturday night?
She’s in The Ryandale — swinging, jiving, and probably knocking lads over with her tractor-scented perfume.
Her parents trained her up to inherit the farm:
They taught her:
- how to tend to cattle
- how to run the books
- how to drive machinery
- and probably how to handle fellas too
singing away to some old country tune --
no doubt Philomena Begley or Big Tom
blaring loud enough to scare the cows into giving extra milk.
Then enters our suitor --
a lad likely wearing:
- a checked shirt
- bootcut jeans
- and eternal optimism
“Ah Shannon from Dungannon, come on and dance with me.”
Which is Tyrone for:
“I may not have class or style, but I’ve got a tractor and a dream.”
He promises:
- to farm her land
- take her hand
- and bring her home for tea
that’s the REAL marriage proposal in rural Ulster.
Then we witness Shannon’s glory moment:
driving through town in her new Massey Ferguson tractor
like the Queen of Agriculture,
leaving jealous farmers gawking in the dust.
Come silage season?
She disappears like Batman --
only to emerge 14 hours later absolutely covered in grass
looking like a glamorous swamp monster.
Eventually— true love triumphs!
They get married in Tyrone
Mam and Dad pass on the farm
and now their life is:
- cows in the morning
- fields in the day
- dancing at night
- and probably making more farmers-in-training later on
because nothing says everlasting love like sweaty dancing to Irish country music
under fluorescent lights
while drinking flat Harp Lager.
In summary:
This song is:
- a love ballad with muck on its boots
- a tribute to farm girls who could outwork any man
- a celebration of tractors, tea, and Tyrone romance
- and proof that true love is found not in Paris…
but in Dungannon on a Saturday night.
“happily ever after” means fresh milk, fresh grass, and a partner who’ll dance with you until the cows come home.
