The Man From The Daily Mail lyrics and chords
The Man From The Daily Mail Sheet Music link included .The original song '' The Man From The Daily Mail'' was written by Seán Ó Cathasaigh / Seán O'Casey and first published in 1918 . The song gives his account of Ireland at the time. The other version by Fintan Valley which uses the same tune is about when R.T.E reporters arrived in Ballinamore to do a story about the missing race horse ''Shergar'' for the Today Tonight programme. The horse was kidnapped by I.R.A and which was owned by the Aga Khan. No ransom was ever paid and the horse was never found. The video is by The Irish Brigade who changes some words of the original song. There's a link below to the tin whistle sheet music .
The Man From The Daily Mail Lyrics
Now Ireland's a very funny place, sir
It's a strange and a troubled land
And the Irish are a very funny race, sir
Every girl's in the Cumann na mBan
Every doggie wears a tri-coloured ribbon
Tied firmly to its tail
And it wouldn't be surprising
If there'd be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail
Every bird upon my word
Is singing treble - I'm a rebel
Every hen it's said is laying hand grenades
Over there sir, I declare Sir
And every cock in the farmyard
Stock crows in triumph for the Gael
And it wouldn't be surprising
If there'd be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail
Now the other day I travelled down to Clare, sir
I spied in an old boreen
A bunch of busy gooses there, sir
Dressed in orange, white and green
They marched to the German goose step
As they whistled Grann na bheal
and I'm shakin' in me shoes
As I'm sending out the news
Said the man from the Daily Mail
Every bird upon my word
Is singing treble - I'm a rebel
Every hen it's said is laying hand grenades
Over there sir, I declare Sir
And every cock in the farmyard
Stock crows in triumph for the Gael
And it wouldn't be surprising
If there'd be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail
Now the whole place is seething with sedition
It's Sinn Fein through and through
All the peelers they are joining local units
And the password's Sinn Fein too
Every doggie wears a tri-coloured ribbon
Tied firmly to its tail
And it wouldn't be surprising
If there'd be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail
Every bird upon my word
Is singing treble - I'm a rebel
Every hen it's said is laying hand grenades
Over there sir, I declare Sir
And every cock in the farmyard
Stock crows in triumph for the Gael
And it wouldn't be surprising
If there'd be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail
Now Ireland's a very funny place, sir
It's a strange and a troubled land
And the Irish are a very funny race, sir
Every girl's in the Cumann na mBan
Every doggie wears a tri-coloured ribbon
Tied firmly to its tail
And it wouldn't be surprising
If there'd be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail
Every bird upon my word
Is singing treble - I'm a rebel
Every hen it's said is laying hand grenades
Over there sir, I declare Sir
And every cock in the farmyard
Stock crows in triumph for the Gael
And it wouldn't be surprising
If there'd be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail
Now the other day I travelled down to Clare, sir
I spied in an old boreen
A bunch of busy gooses there, sir
Dressed in orange, white and green
They marched to the German goose step
As they whistled Grann na bheal
and I'm shakin' in me shoes
As I'm sending out the news
Said the man from the Daily Mail
Every bird upon my word
Is singing treble - I'm a rebel
Every hen it's said is laying hand grenades
Over there sir, I declare Sir
And every cock in the farmyard
Stock crows in triumph for the Gael
And it wouldn't be surprising
If there'd be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail
Now the whole place is seething with sedition
It's Sinn Fein through and through
All the peelers they are joining local units
And the password's Sinn Fein too
Every doggie wears a tri-coloured ribbon
Tied firmly to its tail
And it wouldn't be surprising
If there'd be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail
Every bird upon my word
Is singing treble - I'm a rebel
Every hen it's said is laying hand grenades
Over there sir, I declare Sir
And every cock in the farmyard
Stock crows in triumph for the Gael
And it wouldn't be surprising
If there'd be another rising
Said the man from the Daily Mail
[D]Leitrim is a very funny place, sir, a [G]strange and troubled [D]land.
All[D] the boys are in the IRA, sir, all the [G]women in Cumann na [A]mBan.
Every [D]tractor has a Nicky Kelly sticker, dis[G]played for all to [D]see.
Sure it was no [G]wonder that the Gardaí made a [D]blunder,'
Says your man from[A] RT[D]E.
CHORUS:
'[D]Every bird, upon my word, is singing, "I'm a [Bm]rebel," sir up in Mohill sir,
Every [D]hen is laying hand grenades, I do [A]declare, sir, in Droma[D]hair, sir.
Every [G]crock of a Leitrim [D]cock is [G]longing to be[D] free.
Even [G]sheep are ad[D]visin' there'll [G]be another [A]rising'.
Says your man from[A] RT[D]E.
'Today Tonight went to Ballinamore, sir, they were briefed by the Gardaí.
On a video they showed to me the Provies 'ating curry and drinkin' tea.
They were all wearin' Russian balaclavas, each carried an RPG.
British scalps around the tummy, pockets full of stolen money'.
Says your man from RTE.
Chorus:
Leitrim is seething with sedition, it's Sinn Fein through and through.
All the task force have joined the local unit, the post office is the GHQ.
They've a racetrack underground for training Shergar, "no commint" they say to me.
Subversion here is bubblin', oh please take me back to Dublin,
Says your man from RTE.
All[D] the boys are in the IRA, sir, all the [G]women in Cumann na [A]mBan.
Every [D]tractor has a Nicky Kelly sticker, dis[G]played for all to [D]see.
Sure it was no [G]wonder that the Gardaí made a [D]blunder,'
Says your man from[A] RT[D]E.
CHORUS:
'[D]Every bird, upon my word, is singing, "I'm a [Bm]rebel," sir up in Mohill sir,
Every [D]hen is laying hand grenades, I do [A]declare, sir, in Droma[D]hair, sir.
Every [G]crock of a Leitrim [D]cock is [G]longing to be[D] free.
Even [G]sheep are ad[D]visin' there'll [G]be another [A]rising'.
Says your man from[A] RT[D]E.
'Today Tonight went to Ballinamore, sir, they were briefed by the Gardaí.
On a video they showed to me the Provies 'ating curry and drinkin' tea.
They were all wearin' Russian balaclavas, each carried an RPG.
British scalps around the tummy, pockets full of stolen money'.
Says your man from RTE.
Chorus:
Leitrim is seething with sedition, it's Sinn Fein through and through.
All the task force have joined the local unit, the post office is the GHQ.
They've a racetrack underground for training Shergar, "no commint" they say to me.
Subversion here is bubblin', oh please take me back to Dublin,
Says your man from RTE.
''Darling Girl From Clare'' by Percy French is the tune.
The tin whistle sheet music notes is in the ''Rebel Songs Ebook'' here.
The tin whistle sheet music notes is in the ''Rebel Songs Ebook'' here.
Below is your full song in G, with:
🎵 Chords for all verses and chorus
🎸 Strumming pattern (folk bounce style)
🎶 Fingerpicking tab for all verses, lyrics aligned line by line
🎵 “Leitrim Is a Very Funny Place” — in G Major
Tuning: Standard (EADGBE)
Tempo: ~95 BPM (light march / jig feel)
Time Signature: 4/4
🎶 1. Full Song with Chords (Transposed to G Major)
Verse
[G]Leitrim is a very funny place, sir, a [C]strange and troubled [G]land.
All [G]the boys are in the IRA, sir, all the [C]women in Cumann na [D]mBan.
Every [G]tractor has a Nicky Kelly sticker, dis[C]played for all to [G]see.
Sure it was no [C]wonder that the Gardaí made a [G]blunder,
Says your man from [D]R[T]E.
(The “RTE” cadence resolves G–D–G in performance.)
Chorus
[G]Every bird, upon my word, is singing, "I'm a [Em]rebel," sir, up in Mohill, sir.
Every [G]hen is laying hand grenades, I do [D]declare, sir, in Droma[G]hair, sir.
Every [C]crock of a Leitrim [G]cock is [C]longing to be [G]free.
Even [C]sheep are ad[G]visin' there'll [C]be another [D]rising,
Says your man from [D]R[T]E.
🎸 2. Strumming Pattern
A bright Irish ballad / march strum fits perfectly:
Pattern (per measure):
↓ ↓↑ ↑↓↑
Count:
1 2& &4&
Tips:
Slightly accent beats 2 and 4 for that “walking jig” feel.
Keep the wrist loose — let the strum bounce, not chop.
Add an extra downstroke at line endings for emphasis.
Play lighter on verses, stronger on the chorus for contrast.
Optional rhythm variation:
(↓) ↓↑ ↓↑ — gives a “rollicking” rebel-song groove.
🎶 3. Fingerpicking Tab (for All Verses)
Style: Folk Travis picking — alternating bass and treble.
Thumb (T): Alternates bass (E–D for G, A–D for C, D–G for D)
Index (I): G string
Middle (M): B string
Pattern: T – I – T – M
Verse Fingerpicking Arrangement
G
e|----------------|----------------|
B|------0---------|------0---------|
G|----0---0-------|----0---0-------|
D|--------0-------|--------0-------|
A|----------------|----------------|
E|--3-------------|--3-------------|
Leitrim is a very funny place, sir,
C G
e|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|------1---------|------1---------|------0---------|------0---------|
G|----0---0-------|----0---0-------|----0---0-------|----0---0-------|
D|--------2-------|--------2-------|--------0-------|--------0-------|
A|--3-------------|--3-------------|----------------|----------------|
E|----------------|----------------|--3-------------|--3-------------|
A strange and troubled land.
G C D
e|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|------0---------|------0---------|------1---------|------3---------|
G|----0---0-------|----0---0-------|----0---0-------|----2---2-------|
D|--------0-------|--------0-------|--------2-------|--------0-------|
A|----------------|----------------|--3-------------|----------------|
E|--3-------------|--3-------------|----------------|--2-------------|
All the boys are in the IRA, sir, all the women in Cumann na mBan.
G C G
e|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|------0---------|------0---------|------1---------|------0---------|
G|----0---0-------|----0---0-------|----0---0-------|----0---0-------|
D|--------0-------|--------0-------|--------2-------|--------0-------|
A|----------------|----------------|--3-------------|----------------|
E|--3-------------|--3-------------|----------------|--3-------------|
Every tractor has a Nicky Kelly sticker, displayed for all to see,
C G D G
e|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|------1---------|------1---------|------3---------|------0---------|
G|----0---0-------|----0---0-------|----2---2-------|----0---0-------|
D|--------2-------|--------2-------|--------0-------|--------0-------|
A|--3-------------|--3-------------|----------------|----------------|
E|----------------|----------------|--2-------------|--3-------------|
Sure it was no wonder that the Gardaí made a blunder, says your man from RTE.
Chorus Fingerpicking Arrangement
G Em
e|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|------0---------|------0---------|------0---------|------0---------|
G|----0---0-------|----0---0-------|----0---0-------|----0---0-------|
D|--------0-------|--------0-------|--------2-------|--------2-------|
A|----------------|----------------|--2-------------|--2-------------|
E|--3-------------|--3-------------|----------------|----------------|
Every bird, upon my word, is singing "I’m a rebel," sir up in Mohill, sir,
G D
e|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|------0---------|------0---------|------3---------|------3---------|
G|----0---0-------|----0---0-------|----2---2-------|----2---2-------|
D|--------0-------|--------0-------|--------0-------|--------0-------|
A|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
E|--3-------------|--3-------------|--2-------------|--2-------------|
Every hen is laying hand grenades, I do declare, sir, in Dromahair, sir.
C G
e|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|------1---------|------1---------|------0---------|------0---------|
G|----0---0-------|----0---0-------|----0---0-------|----0---0-------|
D|--------2-------|--------2-------|--------0-------|--------0-------|
A|--3-------------|--3-------------|----------------|----------------|
E|----------------|----------------|--3-------------|--3-------------|
Every crock of a Leitrim cock is longing to be free,
C D G
e|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|------1---------|------1---------|------3---------|------0---------|
G|----0---0-------|----0---0-------|----2---2-------|----0---0-------|
D|--------2-------|--------2-------|--------0-------|--------0-------|
A|--3-------------|--3-------------|----------------|----------------|
E|----------------|----------------|--2-------------|--3-------------|
Even sheep are advisin’ there’ll be another risin’, says your man from RTE.
🎵 Chords for all verses and chorus
🎸 Strumming pattern (folk bounce style)
🎶 Fingerpicking tab for all verses, lyrics aligned line by line
🎵 “Leitrim Is a Very Funny Place” — in G Major
Tuning: Standard (EADGBE)
Tempo: ~95 BPM (light march / jig feel)
Time Signature: 4/4
🎶 1. Full Song with Chords (Transposed to G Major)
Verse
[G]Leitrim is a very funny place, sir, a [C]strange and troubled [G]land.
All [G]the boys are in the IRA, sir, all the [C]women in Cumann na [D]mBan.
Every [G]tractor has a Nicky Kelly sticker, dis[C]played for all to [G]see.
Sure it was no [C]wonder that the Gardaí made a [G]blunder,
Says your man from [D]R[T]E.
(The “RTE” cadence resolves G–D–G in performance.)
Chorus
[G]Every bird, upon my word, is singing, "I'm a [Em]rebel," sir, up in Mohill, sir.
Every [G]hen is laying hand grenades, I do [D]declare, sir, in Droma[G]hair, sir.
Every [C]crock of a Leitrim [G]cock is [C]longing to be [G]free.
Even [C]sheep are ad[G]visin' there'll [C]be another [D]rising,
Says your man from [D]R[T]E.
🎸 2. Strumming Pattern
A bright Irish ballad / march strum fits perfectly:
Pattern (per measure):
↓ ↓↑ ↑↓↑
Count:
1 2& &4&
Tips:
Slightly accent beats 2 and 4 for that “walking jig” feel.
Keep the wrist loose — let the strum bounce, not chop.
Add an extra downstroke at line endings for emphasis.
Play lighter on verses, stronger on the chorus for contrast.
Optional rhythm variation:
(↓) ↓↑ ↓↑ — gives a “rollicking” rebel-song groove.
🎶 3. Fingerpicking Tab (for All Verses)
Style: Folk Travis picking — alternating bass and treble.
Thumb (T): Alternates bass (E–D for G, A–D for C, D–G for D)
Index (I): G string
Middle (M): B string
Pattern: T – I – T – M
Verse Fingerpicking Arrangement
G
e|----------------|----------------|
B|------0---------|------0---------|
G|----0---0-------|----0---0-------|
D|--------0-------|--------0-------|
A|----------------|----------------|
E|--3-------------|--3-------------|
Leitrim is a very funny place, sir,
C G
e|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|------1---------|------1---------|------0---------|------0---------|
G|----0---0-------|----0---0-------|----0---0-------|----0---0-------|
D|--------2-------|--------2-------|--------0-------|--------0-------|
A|--3-------------|--3-------------|----------------|----------------|
E|----------------|----------------|--3-------------|--3-------------|
A strange and troubled land.
G C D
e|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|------0---------|------0---------|------1---------|------3---------|
G|----0---0-------|----0---0-------|----0---0-------|----2---2-------|
D|--------0-------|--------0-------|--------2-------|--------0-------|
A|----------------|----------------|--3-------------|----------------|
E|--3-------------|--3-------------|----------------|--2-------------|
All the boys are in the IRA, sir, all the women in Cumann na mBan.
G C G
e|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|------0---------|------0---------|------1---------|------0---------|
G|----0---0-------|----0---0-------|----0---0-------|----0---0-------|
D|--------0-------|--------0-------|--------2-------|--------0-------|
A|----------------|----------------|--3-------------|----------------|
E|--3-------------|--3-------------|----------------|--3-------------|
Every tractor has a Nicky Kelly sticker, displayed for all to see,
C G D G
e|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|------1---------|------1---------|------3---------|------0---------|
G|----0---0-------|----0---0-------|----2---2-------|----0---0-------|
D|--------2-------|--------2-------|--------0-------|--------0-------|
A|--3-------------|--3-------------|----------------|----------------|
E|----------------|----------------|--2-------------|--3-------------|
Sure it was no wonder that the Gardaí made a blunder, says your man from RTE.
Chorus Fingerpicking Arrangement
G Em
e|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|------0---------|------0---------|------0---------|------0---------|
G|----0---0-------|----0---0-------|----0---0-------|----0---0-------|
D|--------0-------|--------0-------|--------2-------|--------2-------|
A|----------------|----------------|--2-------------|--2-------------|
E|--3-------------|--3-------------|----------------|----------------|
Every bird, upon my word, is singing "I’m a rebel," sir up in Mohill, sir,
G D
e|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|------0---------|------0---------|------3---------|------3---------|
G|----0---0-------|----0---0-------|----2---2-------|----2---2-------|
D|--------0-------|--------0-------|--------0-------|--------0-------|
A|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
E|--3-------------|--3-------------|--2-------------|--2-------------|
Every hen is laying hand grenades, I do declare, sir, in Dromahair, sir.
C G
e|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|------1---------|------1---------|------0---------|------0---------|
G|----0---0-------|----0---0-------|----0---0-------|----0---0-------|
D|--------2-------|--------2-------|--------0-------|--------0-------|
A|--3-------------|--3-------------|----------------|----------------|
E|----------------|----------------|--3-------------|--3-------------|
Every crock of a Leitrim cock is longing to be free,
C D G
e|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|------1---------|------1---------|------3---------|------0---------|
G|----0---0-------|----0---0-------|----2---2-------|----0---0-------|
D|--------2-------|--------2-------|--------0-------|--------0-------|
A|--3-------------|--3-------------|----------------|----------------|
E|----------------|----------------|--2-------------|--3-------------|
Even sheep are advisin’ there’ll be another risin’, says your man from RTE.
