Tonart: E minor
Verse 1
Em
Good evening all ye jolly lads,
G
D
I'm glad to find you well
Em
If ye gather all around me now,
Em
For I've got a situation
G
and we've got a handy job
D
Em
I can whisper live a weekly
wage of nineteen bob
G
It's twelve months come October
since I left me native home
Em
And we're helping in Killarney boys
D
to bring the harvest down
Em
But now I wear a Gansi
G
D
and a rowanry waist of felt
Em
I'm the gaffer of the squad
that makes the hot -hatch belt
G
Well, we laid it in the hollows
and we laid it in the flat
Em
And it doesn't last forever,
D
sure, it's wearin' in me hat
Em
Well, I wonder, don't you tell me more,
D
Em
Any sur face that was able
D
Em
to the hot -hatch belt
The other night a copper
comes
G
D
and says to me in a choir
Em
Won't you kindly let me light my
D
pipe down at your boiler fire?
Em
Well he pranks himself
right down round me
G
D
with hot nails up so neat
Em
Says I'm a decent man,
you'd better go and mind your feet
G
He ups and yabs and down on you
and I'm up to all your pranks
Em
But I know you for a trader
D
from the Tipperary ranks
Em
Boys, I hit straight from the shoulder,
G
D
and I gave him such a belt
Em
That I knocked him into the boiler pool
of the hot hash belt
G
Well, we laid it in the hollows,
and we laid it in the flat
Em
And it doesn't last forever,
D
sure, I swear I leaked me hat
Em
Well, I wandered up and down the war,
G
D
but sure, I never felt
Em
Any sur face that was equal
to the hot hash belt
We quickly dragged him out again
G
D
and we drew him into the tub
Em
And with soap and boiling water
D
we began to rub and scrub
Em
But dibbled a tinky pint
G
D
and it turned his heart a -stone
Em
And with every other rupture
D
Em
you could hear the copper growl
G
I'm thinking, says Elroy Lee,
that he's looking like Elnick
Em
And Bernie, if we're not inclined
D
to cleave him with me pick
Em
Says I, it would be easier to
G
D
boil him till he melts
Em
And to stir him nice and easy
in the hot ash belt
G
Well, we laid it in the hollows
and we laid it in the flat
Em
And it doesn't last forever,
D
sure, it's rather lengthy hat
Em
But I wandered up and down the world
D
Em
Any sur face that was equal
D
Em
to the hot ash belt
You may talk about your sailors,
G
D
ballads, singers and the rest
Em
Your shoemakers and your tailors,
D
but who pays the ladies best?
Em
The only ones who know the way
G
D
to get their hearts to melt
Em
And the lads around the boiler
making the hot hash melt
G
With rubbing and a scrubbing
sure they caught me dead of cold
Em
And for scientific purposes
Em
In the Celtic Gulf, Missouri
G
boys aren't hanging any part
D
Em
As a monument to the Irish
making a hot hashed out
G
Well, laid it in the hollows
and we laid it in the flat
Em
And it doesn't last forever,
D
sure, I swear I linked the hat
Em
Well, I wandered up and down the hall,
D
Em
Any cir cumstance was equal
D
Em
to the hot hashed out
G
But he laid it in the hollows
and he laid it in the grout
Em
And it doesn't last forever,
D
sure, I swear, I think he had
Em
But I've wandered up
and down the world,
D
Em
And he said the stat was equal
to the heart, I spelt
D
Em
D
Em
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