The Man Who Drank The Farm Song Lyrics And Guitar Chords
By Seamus Moore, there's one or two words I perhaps didn't get right. There's plenty of farming related songs on the site and the big hit song in the past few years about farming is Hit The Diff Lyrics by singer and songwriter Marty Mone.
D↓) My (D) uncle Finbar closed his eyes let (G) out a mighty roar,
he (A) grabs his chest, gasps for breath and (G) fell dead on the (D) floor.
And when the final will was read the (G) family was alarmed,
For (A) uncle Finbar left me ∎ his (G) house and farm of (D) land
I was never into farming much (G) to the soil I don't belong,
I'd (A) much prefer the public house, the (G) women, wine and (D) song,
And while the neighbors point at me and (G) say behind their hands,
(A) Yonder goes “Moore the …”, he's the (G) man who drank the (D) farm.
(D↓) Well (D) first I drank the bottom field and (G) then I drank the bog,
The (A) 40 little black face yoes then (G) Chap the collie (D) dog,
the cattle in the byre and the (G) bullocks and the sow,
I'm (A) finished with the harrow now (G) I'm starting on the (D) plough.
Well Hector was a bantam cock he (G) was the first to go,
For (A) long before the break of dawn he'd (G) stick up his feet and (D) crow,
A neighbor woman down the road ad-(G)-mired him in the yard,
So (A) two pounds fifty later, the (G) bold Hector got his (D) cards.
Then the hens got agitated when bold (G) Hector went away
Their (A) beady eyes suggesting their sus-(G)-picion of foul (D) play,
I looked up the yellow pages a (G) pheasant plucker said he'd buy,
That (A) night in Conways dreaming boys we (G) made them feathers (D) fly.
Then a couple of friends invited me to a (G) soccer match in Spain,
A (A) load of bullocks later I (G) boarded on the (D) plane,
I must have took the long way home for I (G) ended up in Greece,
Where I (A) found the old bed and breakfast cost me (G) cutlets, chops and (D) fleece.
(D↓) Well (D) first I drank the bottom field and (G) then I drank the bog,
The (A) 40 little black face yoes then (G) Chap the collie (D dog,
the cattle in the byre and the (G) bullocks and the sow,
I'm (A) finished with the harrow now (G) I'm starting on the (D) plough.
My two sheep are awful awkward yokes for (G) when they choose to graze,
They (A) always pick the highest point of (G) mountains, hills and (D) braes
When I heard that the All-Ireland was being (G) held in Ballina,
With-(A)-out the slightest hesitation I (G) flogged the flock to fund the (D) fleadh.
Now the bank is getting serious and they (G) say they'll take no more,
They (A) started pinning statements with sharp (G) daggers at me (D) door,
They say they'll bring the bailiffs round if they (G) come round again,
So (A) it looks as if I'm facing rui-(G)-nation once a-(D)-gain.
Rui-(C)-nation once a-(F)-gain, rui-(D)-nation once a-(G)-gain,
Without an-(C)-other load of (F) bullocks it's rui-(G)-nation once a-(C)-gain.
Now (D) things are getting despaired there's (G) nothing left to sell
But I (A) heard me uncle Mikey, he's not (G) feeling quite too (D) well
I think I'll call to see him with strong (G) drink to ease the pain,
And if (A) lady luck shines down on me I'm in (G) business once a-(D)-gain.
(D↓) Cause (D) first I’ll drink his bottom field and (G) then I’ll drink his bog,
His (A) 40 little black face yoes and (G) his pearly little (D) dog,
His cattle in the byre and the (G) bullocks and the sow,
For I (A) will and I must get plastered for the (G) humour is on me (D) now.
D↓) My (D) uncle Finbar closed his eyes let (G) out a mighty roar,
he (A) grabs his chest, gasps for breath and (G) fell dead on the (D) floor.
And when the final will was read the (G) family was alarmed,
For (A) uncle Finbar left me ∎ his (G) house and farm of (D) land
I was never into farming much (G) to the soil I don't belong,
I'd (A) much prefer the public house, the (G) women, wine and (D) song,
And while the neighbors point at me and (G) say behind their hands,
(A) Yonder goes “Moore the …”, he's the (G) man who drank the (D) farm.
(D↓) Well (D) first I drank the bottom field and (G) then I drank the bog,
The (A) 40 little black face yoes then (G) Chap the collie (D) dog,
the cattle in the byre and the (G) bullocks and the sow,
I'm (A) finished with the harrow now (G) I'm starting on the (D) plough.
Well Hector was a bantam cock he (G) was the first to go,
For (A) long before the break of dawn he'd (G) stick up his feet and (D) crow,
A neighbor woman down the road ad-(G)-mired him in the yard,
So (A) two pounds fifty later, the (G) bold Hector got his (D) cards.
Then the hens got agitated when bold (G) Hector went away
Their (A) beady eyes suggesting their sus-(G)-picion of foul (D) play,
I looked up the yellow pages a (G) pheasant plucker said he'd buy,
That (A) night in Conways dreaming boys we (G) made them feathers (D) fly.
Then a couple of friends invited me to a (G) soccer match in Spain,
A (A) load of bullocks later I (G) boarded on the (D) plane,
I must have took the long way home for I (G) ended up in Greece,
Where I (A) found the old bed and breakfast cost me (G) cutlets, chops and (D) fleece.
(D↓) Well (D) first I drank the bottom field and (G) then I drank the bog,
The (A) 40 little black face yoes then (G) Chap the collie (D dog,
the cattle in the byre and the (G) bullocks and the sow,
I'm (A) finished with the harrow now (G) I'm starting on the (D) plough.
My two sheep are awful awkward yokes for (G) when they choose to graze,
They (A) always pick the highest point of (G) mountains, hills and (D) braes
When I heard that the All-Ireland was being (G) held in Ballina,
With-(A)-out the slightest hesitation I (G) flogged the flock to fund the (D) fleadh.
Now the bank is getting serious and they (G) say they'll take no more,
They (A) started pinning statements with sharp (G) daggers at me (D) door,
They say they'll bring the bailiffs round if they (G) come round again,
So (A) it looks as if I'm facing rui-(G)-nation once a-(D)-gain.
Rui-(C)-nation once a-(F)-gain, rui-(D)-nation once a-(G)-gain,
Without an-(C)-other load of (F) bullocks it's rui-(G)-nation once a-(C)-gain.
Now (D) things are getting despaired there's (G) nothing left to sell
But I (A) heard me uncle Mikey, he's not (G) feeling quite too (D) well
I think I'll call to see him with strong (G) drink to ease the pain,
And if (A) lady luck shines down on me I'm in (G) business once a-(D)-gain.
(D↓) Cause (D) first I’ll drink his bottom field and (G) then I’ll drink his bog,
His (A) 40 little black face yoes and (G) his pearly little (D) dog,
His cattle in the byre and the (G) bullocks and the sow,
For I (A) will and I must get plastered for the (G) humour is on me (D) now.
Seamus Moore song The Man Who Drank The Farm
