Tab by Scott Davis 
Update of Lyrics by Stephen Bell 
 
 
Start with a down strum Am then riff 1 
 
 

    
        Abrir tablatura
        
    
    
E ------------------------------ 
B --0--1--0--------------------- 
G -----------2--0--------------- 
D -----------------2--0--------- 
A -----------------------0--2--0 
E ------------------------------ 
 
 
Followed by a C strum then G strum picking the bass 
note of each chord 
 
 
Then riff 2 
 
 
E ----------0--------------- 
B --0--1--3----3--0--------- 
G -------------------2--0--- 
D -------------------------3 
A -------------------------- 
E --------------------------
 
 
 
Followed by an F strum then a D strum picking the bass 
note of each chord 
 
 
Then repeat above. 
 
 
Am                           C               G 
Well who could blame me I was just a lad of Eighteen 
years 
Am                         F              D 
Locking for adventure,  I was heading for the sun 
Am                           C                G 
And I left the polytechnic, And left for the southern 
hemisphere 
Am                                F 
Me Ma said not to drink to much.  I knew that I'd 
drink far too much 
Dm                                  G 
?Cause Dezzy Rielly wrote me And he told me it was so 
much fun 
Am                               F 
The day that I got off the plane he met me there with 
Frank McShane 
Dm                               G                 D 
They took me to the city and we stopped in for the one 
D 
And I saw a... 
 
 
Chorus 
 
 
G                              Am 
Hurling stick from Derry And a door knocker from Cork 
C                                   F         C 
The cap upon the wall just like the one I saw me 
Granda wearing 
G                         Am 
Up above the doorway De Valera smiling down 
      C                             D                  
  G  AM 
At a posters in the hallway of the pubs of Dublin Town 
 
 
 
Riff 1 and Riff 2 
 
 
Am                             C              G 
Well who could blame me I could hold a tune and play a 
bit 
Am                                         F           
  D 
I'l only ever played in rock bands, but me accent it 
was right 
Am                       C                  G 
And we played the tunes, we sang the songs, and for 
the first time in me life I fit 
Am                                   F 
And I liked the girl behind the bar, she was out six 
months from Mulengar 
Dm                                  G 
 We'd all stop and have a jar, after work on Friday 
night's 
Am                                     F 
She told me that she loved this place, I leat across I 
kissed her face 
Dm                               G                   D 
Me Irish heartbeat it did race, me Celtic head felt 
light 
D 
Beneath the... 
 
 
Chorus repeat 
 
 
Riff 1 and Riff 2 x 2 
 
 
Am                          C            G 
So who could blame me I was now a man of nineteen 
years 
Am                             F                     D 
And it was the first time I'd spent Christmas on me 
own 
Am                             C            G 
Me Visa had expired and I'd began to like Australian 
beer 
Am                                      F 
And the cap upon the wall just like the one I saw me 
Granda wearing 
Dm                             G 
Made me long for Ireland and I booked me ticket home 
         Am                            F 
I walked into the house in Dublin City asking about me 
family history 
    Dm                              G 
The photos and the trinkets and the cap me Granda 
owned 
            Am                               F 
But then me ma looked at me in shock she said me boy 
we sold the lot 
     Dm                              G                
D 
To a pleasant man from Melbourne who called us on the 
phone 
 
 
 
 
She'ld sold the?.. 
 
 
G                              Am 
Hurling stick from Derry and a door knocker from Cork 
C                                   F         C 
The cap upon the wall just like the one I saw me 
Granda wearing 
G                         Am 
Up above the doorway De Valera had come down 
      C                             D                  
  G  AM 
And an ashtray that me Da? stole From a pub in Dublin 
Town 
 
 
An Accordeon from Italy That had never played a tune 
 
 
And a shamrock made of plastic And a world cup team 
from ninety 
 
 
 
A horseshoe and a briar pipe, An ancient brick of peat 
I looked down in surprise to see, The floor beneath my 
feet 
 
 
A recording by the Waterboys, A recipe for stew 
and a litre of the Liffey and picture of James Gatway 
 
 
The text books from the poly, Over which we used to 
toil 
And a paperback edition, Of the world of Roddy Doyle 
 
 
She?d sold the crystal vase from Waterford, The Cup 
from Donegal 
She?d gone and sold the toilet seat, I had to stand to 
do my business 
 
 
A blackthorn stick from Arklow, Some driftwood from 
the shore 
The fiddle in the attic, And the sash me father wore 
 
 
G                              Am 
She sold the Hurling stick from Derry and a door 
knocker from Cork 
C                                   F         C 
The cap upon the wall just like the one I saw me 
Granda wearing 
 
 
Up above the doorway, De Valera had come down 
And an ashtray that me Da? stole, From a Pub in Dublin 
Town 
 
 
So I think perhaps I?ll get drunk, At the Pub in 
Dublin Town 
 
 
Steve Bell ([email protected])