The Turfman From Ardee Guitar Chords And Lyrics
Written by Patrick Akins, the youtube video is Margaret Barry from 1965 on her 5 string banjo. Guitar chords by Marc Farbach, song requested by ''Dixie'' , Ardee is in Co. Louth Ireland. This song was recorded by Dermot O'Brien who recorded the Irish rebel song The Merry Ploughboy many moons ago when it was fashionable for all Irish singers to sing the old ballads .The song was recently recorded by Irish folk / ballad group The Mary Wallopers.The Turfman from Ardee sheet music by Dermot O'Brien in D and G Major now included.
The sheet music / mandolin / tenor banjo tab for The Turf Man From Ardee is in the ebook of mandolin tabs here . The tin whistle notes are in my other ebook of songs here
The sheet music / mandolin / tenor banjo tab for The Turf Man From Ardee is in the ebook of mandolin tabs here . The tin whistle notes are in my other ebook of songs here
For the (G)sake of health I (Em)took a walk one (Am)morning in the (G)dawn,
I met a jolly (Em)turf man as I (C)slowly walked a(G)long,
The greatest conver(Em)sation passed bet(C)ween himself and (G)me
And soon I got a(Em)cquainted with the (Am)turfman from Ar(G)dee.
We (G)chatted very (Em)freely as we (Am)jogged along the (G)road,
He said my ass is (Em)tired and I'd (C)like to sell his (G)load,
For I got no re(Em)freshments since I (C)left home you (G)see,
And I'm wearied out with (Em)travelling said the (Am)turfman from Ar(G)dee.
Your (G)cart is wracked and (Em)worn friend, your (Am)ass is very (G)old,
It must be twenty (Em)summers since that (C)animal was (G)foaled
Yoked to a cart where (Em)I was born, Sep(C)tember 'forty (G)three
And carried for the (Em)midwife says the (Am)turfman from Ar(G)dee
I (G)often do a(Em)buse my ass with (Am)this old hazel (G)rod,
But never yet did (Em)I permit poor (C)Jack to go un(G)shod
The harness now u(Em)pon his back was (C)made by John Mc(G)Gee
And he's dead this four and (Em)forty years says the (Am)turfman from Ar(G)dee.
I (G)own my cart now, (Em)has been made out (Am)of the best of (G)wood,
I do believe it (Em)was in use in the (C)time of Noah's (G)flood
Its axle never (Em)wanted grease say (C)one year out of (G)three.
It's a real old Carrick (Em)axle said the (Am)turfman from Ar(G)dee.
We (G)talked about our (Em)country and (Am)how we were op(G)pressed
The men we sent to (Em)parliament have (C)got our wrongs ad(G)dressed
I have no faith in (Em)members now or (C)nothing else you (G)see
But led by bloomin' (Em)humbugs, said the (Am)turfman from Ar(G)dee.
Just (G)then a female (Em)voice called out, which (Am)I knew very (G)well,
Politely asking (Em)this old man the (C)load of turf to (G)sell
I shook that stately (Em)hand of his and (C)bowed respectful(G)ly
In hope to meet some (Em)future day, the (Am)turfman from Ar(G)dee.
I met a jolly (Em)turf man as I (C)slowly walked a(G)long,
The greatest conver(Em)sation passed bet(C)ween himself and (G)me
And soon I got a(Em)cquainted with the (Am)turfman from Ar(G)dee.
We (G)chatted very (Em)freely as we (Am)jogged along the (G)road,
He said my ass is (Em)tired and I'd (C)like to sell his (G)load,
For I got no re(Em)freshments since I (C)left home you (G)see,
And I'm wearied out with (Em)travelling said the (Am)turfman from Ar(G)dee.
Your (G)cart is wracked and (Em)worn friend, your (Am)ass is very (G)old,
It must be twenty (Em)summers since that (C)animal was (G)foaled
Yoked to a cart where (Em)I was born, Sep(C)tember 'forty (G)three
And carried for the (Em)midwife says the (Am)turfman from Ar(G)dee
I (G)often do a(Em)buse my ass with (Am)this old hazel (G)rod,
But never yet did (Em)I permit poor (C)Jack to go un(G)shod
The harness now u(Em)pon his back was (C)made by John Mc(G)Gee
And he's dead this four and (Em)forty years says the (Am)turfman from Ar(G)dee.
I (G)own my cart now, (Em)has been made out (Am)of the best of (G)wood,
I do believe it (Em)was in use in the (C)time of Noah's (G)flood
Its axle never (Em)wanted grease say (C)one year out of (G)three.
It's a real old Carrick (Em)axle said the (Am)turfman from Ar(G)dee.
We (G)talked about our (Em)country and (Am)how we were op(G)pressed
The men we sent to (Em)parliament have (C)got our wrongs ad(G)dressed
I have no faith in (Em)members now or (C)nothing else you (G)see
But led by bloomin' (Em)humbugs, said the (Am)turfman from Ar(G)dee.
Just (G)then a female (Em)voice called out, which (Am)I knew very (G)well,
Politely asking (Em)this old man the (C)load of turf to (G)sell
I shook that stately (Em)hand of his and (C)bowed respectful(G)ly
In hope to meet some (Em)future day, the (Am)turfman from Ar(G)dee.