Darby O'Leary

[Am]One evening of late as I h[C]appened to s[F]tray
To the c[C]ounty Tipperary I st[G]raight took my way
To d[Am]ig for patatoes and w[C]ork by the d[F]ay
For a f[C]armer called D[G]arby O'L[Am]eary

[Am]I asked him how far we were b[C]ound for to go
The n[F]ight being dark and a c[C]old wind did b[G]low
I was h[Am]ungry and tired and me s[C]pirits were l[F]ow
For I g[C]ot neither w[G]hiskey nor w[Am]ater

The dirty old miser he mounted his steed
To the Gull Belly Mountains he rode in great speed
I followed behind til my poor feet did bleed
And we stopped when his old horse was weary

When we came to his cottage I entered it first
It looked like a kennel or ruined old church
And I says to meself I am left in the lurch
In the house of old Darby O'Leary

I well recollect it was Michael mess night
To a hearty good supper he did me invite
A cup of sour milk that was more green then white
And it gave me a threatening disorder

The wet old patatoes would poison the cats
And the barn where me bed stood was sworn with rats
And the flees would have frightened the fearless Saint Pat
Who banished the snakes over the border

He worked me by day and he worked me by night
While he held an old candle to give me some light
I wished his patatoes would die of the blight
And himself would go off with the fairies

't Was on this old miser I looked with a frown
When the straw was brought in for to make me shake down
And I wished that I'd never seen him nor his town
Or the sky over Darby O'Leary

I worked in Kilconnal, I've worked in Kilmore
I've worked in Knockannie and Shanbalamore
And Pallas and Nigger and Salahatmore
With farmers so decent and cheery

I've worked in Tipperary, the rag in Rossgren
At the mount of Kilfacel, the bridge of Aleen
Such woefull starvation I never yet seen
As I got from old Darby O'Leary