The Boys Of Fair Hill lyrics and guitar chords
An Irish folk song about Fairhill in Co. Cork. The sheet music in the key of G is included, the time signature is 2/4.A traditional Irish folk song from Co.Cork.Made Famous by Jimmy Crowley. The Wolfe Tones also recorded it but with different lyrics, The song is very popular around the Cork area. The sheet music and tin whistle notes are included. Other well known Cork songs include Dear Old City By The Lee Song .
About The Song.
This song is pure Cork pride and craic, a grand tour of Fair Hill through the eyes of lads who think their patch of earth is the bellybutton of the universe — and wouldn’t hear otherwise.
It begins like an enthusiastic invite from that one Cork lad who could charm a tax inspector into forgetting the paper trail. He promises lads and lassies full of glee, and sure enough, the boys are harmless and the girls are dangerously charming — the kind that’ll steal your heart and your pint if you look away.
Then we’re off with the Harrier Club — rooting after hounds as if foxes personally insulted their ancestors. When Conny Doyle shouts “the Armoured Car has won the day,” they cheer louder than a referee after free drinks.
Then, like any proper Cork pilgrimage, we stop at Fahy’s Well for pure spring water — which is likely the only non-alcoholic liquid consumed in the entire song. The angels supposedly declare it the finest spot on earth — though I’d wager the angels got a sample of porter afterward and revised their opinion.
Of course, we then head to Quinlan’s pub — the beating heart of social civilisation — where porter flows not in pints, but in gallons. They tap a half-tierce (which is basically a barrel big enough to drown an army) and toast Dashwood’s race like it’s a sacrament. That’s the stuff to give them — meaning more porter, fewer problems.
Finally, we’re invited to the hurling club — and if you’ve never seen hurling, imagine rugby, swordfighting, and ballet happening simultaneously at the speed of lightning. The clash of the ash (hurleys cracking) will make your heart thrill — and possibly stop if you’re too close to the swing.
And of course, there’s the inevitable sports bragging — the Rockies thinking they’re grand heroes until they get walloped by Saint Finbarre’s — proving that Cork lads don’t just drink, they win.
In short, this song is:
As they’d say in Cork:
Here’s up ’em all — and if you don’t know what that means, you’re probably not from around here.
This song is pure Cork pride and craic, a grand tour of Fair Hill through the eyes of lads who think their patch of earth is the bellybutton of the universe — and wouldn’t hear otherwise.
It begins like an enthusiastic invite from that one Cork lad who could charm a tax inspector into forgetting the paper trail. He promises lads and lassies full of glee, and sure enough, the boys are harmless and the girls are dangerously charming — the kind that’ll steal your heart and your pint if you look away.
Then we’re off with the Harrier Club — rooting after hounds as if foxes personally insulted their ancestors. When Conny Doyle shouts “the Armoured Car has won the day,” they cheer louder than a referee after free drinks.
Then, like any proper Cork pilgrimage, we stop at Fahy’s Well for pure spring water — which is likely the only non-alcoholic liquid consumed in the entire song. The angels supposedly declare it the finest spot on earth — though I’d wager the angels got a sample of porter afterward and revised their opinion.
Of course, we then head to Quinlan’s pub — the beating heart of social civilisation — where porter flows not in pints, but in gallons. They tap a half-tierce (which is basically a barrel big enough to drown an army) and toast Dashwood’s race like it’s a sacrament. That’s the stuff to give them — meaning more porter, fewer problems.
Finally, we’re invited to the hurling club — and if you’ve never seen hurling, imagine rugby, swordfighting, and ballet happening simultaneously at the speed of lightning. The clash of the ash (hurleys cracking) will make your heart thrill — and possibly stop if you’re too close to the swing.
And of course, there’s the inevitable sports bragging — the Rockies thinking they’re grand heroes until they get walloped by Saint Finbarre’s — proving that Cork lads don’t just drink, they win.
In short, this song is:
- part pub crawl,
- part sports anthem,
- part Cork tourism brochure written by a drunk uncle,
- and entirely pure Irish fun.
As they’d say in Cork:
Here’s up ’em all — and if you don’t know what that means, you’re probably not from around here.
[G]Come, boys, and you'll see[Am] lads and lassies[D] full of glee.
[G]Famous for[D] all they will[C] make your heart[D] thrill.
The[G] boys they won't harm you and the[Am] girls they will[D] charm you.
[G]Here's up 'em[D] all, says the[C] boys[D] of Fair[G] Hill.
Come, boys, spend a day with our Harrier Club today.
The cry of the hounds it will make your heart thrill.
And when you hear Conny Doyle say "the Armoured Car has won the day,"
Here's up 'em all say the boys of Fair Hill.
First you go to Fahy's well for a drink of pure spring water:
The finest spot on earth, sure the angels do say,
Where thousands came across the foam just to view the Blarney stone,
Which can be seen from the groves of Fair Hill.
Next you go to Quinlan's pub. That is where you join our club,
Where round us in gallons the porter does flow.
First they tap a half-tierce and drink a health to Dashwodd's race.
That's the stuff to give them, says the boys of Fair Hill.
Come, boys, and spend a day with our hurling club so gay.
The clash of the ash it will make your heart thrill.
The Rockies thought that they were stars till they met the Saint Finbarre's
Here's up ‘em.....
☘️ Here’s a complete singalong version of
🎵 “The Boys of Fair Hill”
in G Major, with chords for every verse and an authentic Irish strumming pattern that captures that pub‐folk drive.
🎸 The Boys of Fair Hill
Key: G Major
Tempo: ~95 BPM (Bright, moderate jig tempo)
Time Signature: 4/4
🎶 Chords Used
G (320003)
C (x32010)
D (xx0232)
Am (x02210)
🪘 Strumming Pattern (Irish Folk Bounce)
↓ ↓↑ ↑↓↑
1 2& 3&4&
or, if you prefer a more marchy feel:
Bass ↓ Down-Up ↓ Up-Down-Up
✅ Keep the rhythm light and percussive,
✅ Accent beats 2 and 4, and
✅ Add small palm mutes between phrases for a tight, driving groove.
🎵 Lyrics with Chords
[G]Come, boys, and you'll see [Am]lads and lassies [D]full of glee,
[G]Famous for [D]all they will [C]make your heart [D]thrill.
The [G]boys they won't harm you and the [Am]girls they will [D]charm you,
[G]Here's up 'em [D]all, says the [C]boys [D]of Fair [G]Hill.
[G]Come, boys, spend a day with our [Am]Harrier Club to[D]day,
The [G]cry of the hounds it will [D]make your heart [C]thrill.
And [G]when you hear Conny Doyle say, [Am]"The Armoured Car has [D]won the day,"
[G]Here's up 'em [D]all, say the [C]boys [D]of Fair [G]Hill.
[G]First you go to Fahy’s well for a [Am]drink of pure spring [D]water,
The [G]finest spot on earth, sure the [D]angels do [C]say.
Where [G]thousands came across the foam just to [Am]view the Blarney [D]stone,
Which can [G]be seen from the [D]groves of Fair [C]Hill. [D][G]
[G]Next you go to Quinlan’s pub, [Am]that is where you [D]join our club,
Where [G]round us in gallons the [D]porter does [C]flow.
First they [G]tap a half-tierce and drink a [Am]health to Dashwood’s [D]race,
“That’s the [G]stuff to give [D]’em,” says the [C]boys [D]of Fair [G]Hill.
🎵 “The Boys of Fair Hill”
in G Major, with chords for every verse and an authentic Irish strumming pattern that captures that pub‐folk drive.
🎸 The Boys of Fair Hill
Key: G Major
Tempo: ~95 BPM (Bright, moderate jig tempo)
Time Signature: 4/4
🎶 Chords Used
G (320003)
C (x32010)
D (xx0232)
Am (x02210)
🪘 Strumming Pattern (Irish Folk Bounce)
↓ ↓↑ ↑↓↑
1 2& 3&4&
or, if you prefer a more marchy feel:
Bass ↓ Down-Up ↓ Up-Down-Up
✅ Keep the rhythm light and percussive,
✅ Accent beats 2 and 4, and
✅ Add small palm mutes between phrases for a tight, driving groove.
🎵 Lyrics with Chords
[G]Come, boys, and you'll see [Am]lads and lassies [D]full of glee,
[G]Famous for [D]all they will [C]make your heart [D]thrill.
The [G]boys they won't harm you and the [Am]girls they will [D]charm you,
[G]Here's up 'em [D]all, says the [C]boys [D]of Fair [G]Hill.
[G]Come, boys, spend a day with our [Am]Harrier Club to[D]day,
The [G]cry of the hounds it will [D]make your heart [C]thrill.
And [G]when you hear Conny Doyle say, [Am]"The Armoured Car has [D]won the day,"
[G]Here's up 'em [D]all, say the [C]boys [D]of Fair [G]Hill.
[G]First you go to Fahy’s well for a [Am]drink of pure spring [D]water,
The [G]finest spot on earth, sure the [D]angels do [C]say.
Where [G]thousands came across the foam just to [Am]view the Blarney [D]stone,
Which can [G]be seen from the [D]groves of Fair [C]Hill. [D][G]
[G]Next you go to Quinlan’s pub, [Am]that is where you [D]join our club,
Where [G]round us in gallons the [D]porter does [C]flow.
First they [G]tap a half-tierce and drink a [Am]health to Dashwood’s [D]race,
“That’s the [G]stuff to give [D]’em,” says the [C]boys [D]of Fair [G]Hill.
Guitar Chords For The Key Of D.
[D]Come, boys, and you'll see[Em] lads and lassies[A] full of glee.
[D]Famous for[A] all they will[G] make your heart[A] thrill.
The[D] boys they won't harm you and the[Em] girls they will[A] charm you.
[D]Here's up 'em[A] all, says the[G] boys[A] of Fair[D] Hill.
[D]Come, boys, and you'll see[Em] lads and lassies[A] full of glee.
[D]Famous for[A] all they will[G] make your heart[A] thrill.
The[D] boys they won't harm you and the[Em] girls they will[A] charm you.
[D]Here's up 'em[A] all, says the[G] boys[A] of Fair[D] Hill.
The boys of fairhill tin whistle sheet music
The Boys Of Fairhill Sheet Music In The Key Of G Major
The River Lee Cork with red sky
My drunken days in Cork City song lyrics
Wandering the streets of Cork City
Lost in a haze, feeling oh so pretty
Drinking my troubles away
In a pub on a rainy day
Chorus:
Oh, those drunken days in Cork City
Where the music never stops, oh what a pity
Lost in the charm, the craic, the fun
My heart belongs to this city, it's won
Verse 2:
The locals all know my name
In this city, I have no shame
Dancing on tables, singing on the bar
Living life like a true rockstar
Chorus:
Oh, those drunken days in Cork City
Where the music never stops, oh what a pity
Lost in the charm, the craic, the fun
My heart belongs to this city, it's won
Bridge:
The memories we made, they'll never fade
In this city, my heart will always stay
The Bemish flows like a river
In Cork City, there's nothing better
Chorus:
Oh, those drunken days in Cork City
Where the music never stops, oh what a pity
Lost in the charm, the craic, the fun
My heart belongs to this city, it's won
Outro:
So here's to those drunken days in Cork City
Where we laughed and danced, feeling oh so giddy
In this city, I found my home
My heart will always roam, in Cork City I'll never be alone.
Wandering the streets of Cork City
Lost in a haze, feeling oh so pretty
Drinking my troubles away
In a pub on a rainy day
Chorus:
Oh, those drunken days in Cork City
Where the music never stops, oh what a pity
Lost in the charm, the craic, the fun
My heart belongs to this city, it's won
Verse 2:
The locals all know my name
In this city, I have no shame
Dancing on tables, singing on the bar
Living life like a true rockstar
Chorus:
Oh, those drunken days in Cork City
Where the music never stops, oh what a pity
Lost in the charm, the craic, the fun
My heart belongs to this city, it's won
Bridge:
The memories we made, they'll never fade
In this city, my heart will always stay
The Bemish flows like a river
In Cork City, there's nothing better
Chorus:
Oh, those drunken days in Cork City
Where the music never stops, oh what a pity
Lost in the charm, the craic, the fun
My heart belongs to this city, it's won
Outro:
So here's to those drunken days in Cork City
Where we laughed and danced, feeling oh so giddy
In this city, I found my home
My heart will always roam, in Cork City I'll never be alone.
