Johnny Mcgory taby ukulele według Dubliners (Chwyty barytonu)

[C] Hey, Johnny McGory, tell me,[G] where's your glory[C] gone
I[F] saw you up in the monto with your[C] old leg[G] gone
A[C] dirty Flanders bullets, sure it[F] left you half a[Am] man
[C]Hey, Johnny McGory, where's your[G] old leg[C] gone

[G]Up to Sally gardens,[Am] around the back of the pipes
[G]Messing with the liberty bells a[Am] man could loose his stripes
[C]Tradin' on your troubles and[F] grabbin' every[C] chance
To[C] show the randy  old ones all the[G] things you learned in France

Up to Gloucester diamonds, red Biddy on your mind
Not a tosser in your pocket, not a soul you could remind
The Lord knows you're a darlin', you never did give in
Your neck's as hard as concrete and your laugh's a mortal sin

Monday in the Iveagh, Tuesday in the drags
Wednesday's walking and wounded, Thursday soldier your bags
Friday's heroes on the touch and Saturday's lost again
But the Sunday's good intentions, sure you start the week again