The Irish Pub The High Kings Lyrics And Guitar Chords
The tune of the song is Mr. Maguire which was a big hit for The Dubliners. This song was written by Brian Flynn. Brian also does tutorials of well known Irish songs which you can access on his website. The guitar chords are in chordpro.
Well[Em] you walk into a city street, you[G] could be in Po[D]ru
And you[Em] hear a distant calling and you[D] know it's ment for you,
And you[Em] drop what you were doing and you [G]join the merry [D]mob,
And [Em]before you know just where you are, your[D] in an Irish[Em] pub.
Chorus
They've[G] got one in Holalulu they've got one in Moscow too,
They got [Em]four of them in Sydney and a [D]couple in Katmando
So [Em]wheather you sing or pull a pint you'll [G]always have a [D]job,
'Cause [Em]where ever you go around the world you'll [D]find an Irish [Em]pub.
Now that design is fairly simple and it usually works the same,
You'll have ''Razor Houghton'' scoring in the Ireland - England game
And you know your in an Irish pub the minute you're in the door,
For a couple of boys with bodhrans will be murdering Christy Moore.
They've got one in Honolulu they've got one in Moscow too,
They got four of them in Sydney and a couple in Kathmandu
So whether you sing or pull a pint you'll always have a job,
'Cause where ever you go around the world you'll find an Irish pub.
Now the owner is Norwegian and the manager comes from Cork,
And the lad that's holding up the bar says 'Only Eejits Work'
He was born and bred in Bolton but his mammy's from Kildare,
And he's going to make his fortune soon and move to County Clare.
They've got one in Honolulu they've got one in Moscow too,
They got four of them in Sydney and a couple in Kathmandu
So whether you sing or pull a pint you'll always have a job,
'Cause where ever you go around the world you'll find an Irish pub.
Now it's time for me to go I have to catch me train,
So I'll leave ye sitting at the bar and face the wind and rain,
For I'll have that pint you owe me, if I'm not gone on the dry,
When we meet next week in Frankford in the fields of Athenry.
They've got one in Honolulu they've got one in Moscow too,
They got four of them in Sydney and a couple in Kathmandu
So whether you sing or pull a pint you'll always have a job,
'Cause where ever you go around the world you'll find an Irish pub
And you[Em] hear a distant calling and you[D] know it's ment for you,
And you[Em] drop what you were doing and you [G]join the merry [D]mob,
And [Em]before you know just where you are, your[D] in an Irish[Em] pub.
Chorus
They've[G] got one in Holalulu they've got one in Moscow too,
They got [Em]four of them in Sydney and a [D]couple in Katmando
So [Em]wheather you sing or pull a pint you'll [G]always have a [D]job,
'Cause [Em]where ever you go around the world you'll [D]find an Irish [Em]pub.
Now that design is fairly simple and it usually works the same,
You'll have ''Razor Houghton'' scoring in the Ireland - England game
And you know your in an Irish pub the minute you're in the door,
For a couple of boys with bodhrans will be murdering Christy Moore.
They've got one in Honolulu they've got one in Moscow too,
They got four of them in Sydney and a couple in Kathmandu
So whether you sing or pull a pint you'll always have a job,
'Cause where ever you go around the world you'll find an Irish pub.
Now the owner is Norwegian and the manager comes from Cork,
And the lad that's holding up the bar says 'Only Eejits Work'
He was born and bred in Bolton but his mammy's from Kildare,
And he's going to make his fortune soon and move to County Clare.
They've got one in Honolulu they've got one in Moscow too,
They got four of them in Sydney and a couple in Kathmandu
So whether you sing or pull a pint you'll always have a job,
'Cause where ever you go around the world you'll find an Irish pub.
Now it's time for me to go I have to catch me train,
So I'll leave ye sitting at the bar and face the wind and rain,
For I'll have that pint you owe me, if I'm not gone on the dry,
When we meet next week in Frankford in the fields of Athenry.
They've got one in Honolulu they've got one in Moscow too,
They got four of them in Sydney and a couple in Kathmandu
So whether you sing or pull a pint you'll always have a job,
'Cause where ever you go around the world you'll find an Irish pub
The High Kings Song ''The Irish Pub''.
An Irish pub song lyrics
In a cozy corner of the town,
Stands a pub with a shamrock crown,
A place where laughter and music abound,
An Irish pub, a true gem found.
The door swings open, a warm welcome,
The smell of ale, a familiar emblem,
The walls adorned with Celtic art,
A place that soothes the weary heart.
The bar is bustling, glasses clink,
As patrons gather, for a night of drink,
A pint of Guinness, a shot of Jameson,
The perfect blend for a true Irish fun.
The fiddler plays a lively tune,
As dancers swirl under the moon,
The bodhrán beats, the pipes resound,
A traditional session, a joy profound.
The bartender with a friendly smile,
Pours a round, going the extra mile,
Stories shared, of old and new,
In this pub, everyone is family too.
The craic is mighty, the banter grand,
In this pub, time slips through our hand,
As the fire crackles, and the stout flows,
The spirit of Ireland, in our hearts glows.
And when the night comes to an end,
We bid farewell, to our dear friend,
For in this pub, we found a home,
A place where our hearts will forever roam.
So here's to the Irish pub, our beloved retreat,
Where strangers become friends, and memories sweet,
May it stand tall, for generations to come,
A true Irish treasure, in this bustling town.
In a cozy corner of the town,
Stands a pub with a shamrock crown,
A place where laughter and music abound,
An Irish pub, a true gem found.
The door swings open, a warm welcome,
The smell of ale, a familiar emblem,
The walls adorned with Celtic art,
A place that soothes the weary heart.
The bar is bustling, glasses clink,
As patrons gather, for a night of drink,
A pint of Guinness, a shot of Jameson,
The perfect blend for a true Irish fun.
The fiddler plays a lively tune,
As dancers swirl under the moon,
The bodhrán beats, the pipes resound,
A traditional session, a joy profound.
The bartender with a friendly smile,
Pours a round, going the extra mile,
Stories shared, of old and new,
In this pub, everyone is family too.
The craic is mighty, the banter grand,
In this pub, time slips through our hand,
As the fire crackles, and the stout flows,
The spirit of Ireland, in our hearts glows.
And when the night comes to an end,
We bid farewell, to our dear friend,
For in this pub, we found a home,
A place where our hearts will forever roam.
So here's to the Irish pub, our beloved retreat,
Where strangers become friends, and memories sweet,
May it stand tall, for generations to come,
A true Irish treasure, in this bustling town.
