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Tinkerman's Daughter - Mickey MacConnell
Tabbed by Mark Hewitt
These are the correct lyrics, as sung by Mickey himself on Live at John B Keane's.
Intro
C C F G
Em Am D G
C F G
All the wee birds were lining the bleak autumn branches
G Am D
Preparing to fly to a far sunny shore
C F G
When the tinkers made camp at a bend in the river
G Am D G
Coming back from the horse fair in Ballinasloe
G Bb F G
Now the harvest being over the farmer came walking
G Bb F D
All along the Faele River that bordered his land
G D G D
And 'twas there he first saw her twixt firelight and water
C G D G
The tinkerman's daughter, the red-headed Ann.
C G D G
Next morning he rose from a night without resting
Went straight to her father and made his case known
In a pub in Listowel they worked out the bargain
For the tinker a pony, for the daughter a home
Where the trees peg their shadows along the Faele River
The tinker and the farmer inspected the land
And a white gelding pony was the price they agreed on
For the tinkerman's daughter, the red-headed Ann.
C G D G
The wedding soon over the tinkers departed
They were eager to travel on south down the road
But the crunch of the iron-shod wheels on the gravel
Was as bitter to her as the way she'd been sold
Yet she tried hard to please him she did all his bidding
She slept in his bed and she worked on his land
But the walls of that cabin pressed tighter and tighter
On the tinkerman's daughter, the red-headed Ann.
C G D G
As white as the hands of the priest or the hangman
The snow spread it's blanket the next Christmas round
When the tinkerman's daughter slipped out from the bedside
Turned her back on the land and her face to the town
It was said someone saw her at dusk that same evening
She was making her way out o'er Lyreacrompane
And that was the last time the settled folk saw her
The tinkerman's daughter, the red-headed Ann.
C G D G
Where the north Kerry hills cut the Faele near Listowel
In a farm on its banks lives a bitter old man
And he swears by the shotgun he keeps at his bedside
That he'll kill any tinker who camps on his land
Yet whenever he hears iron-shod wheels crunch on gravel
Or a horse in the shafts of a bright caravan
Then his day's work's tormented, his night's sleep's demented
C G D C G D G
By the tinkerman's daughter, the red-headed Ann
That is the key that Mickey sings it in, but you might find the chords a bit
easier taking it up 2 semi-tones and doing it in D, as follows:
D D G A
A Bm E E
D D G A
A Bm E A
A C G A
A C G E
A E A E
D A E A
Tabbed by Mark Hewitt
These are the correct lyrics, as sung by Mickey himself on Live at John B Keane's.
Intro
C C F G
Em Am D G
C F G
All the wee birds were lining the bleak autumn branches
G Am D
Preparing to fly to a far sunny shore
C F G
When the tinkers made camp at a bend in the river
G Am D G
Coming back from the horse fair in Ballinasloe
G Bb F G
Now the harvest being over the farmer came walking
G Bb F D
All along the Faele River that bordered his land
G D G D
And 'twas there he first saw her twixt firelight and water
C G D G
The tinkerman's daughter, the red-headed Ann.
C G D G
Next morning he rose from a night without resting
Went straight to her father and made his case known
In a pub in Listowel they worked out the bargain
For the tinker a pony, for the daughter a home
Where the trees peg their shadows along the Faele River
The tinker and the farmer inspected the land
And a white gelding pony was the price they agreed on
For the tinkerman's daughter, the red-headed Ann.
C G D G
The wedding soon over the tinkers departed
They were eager to travel on south down the road
But the crunch of the iron-shod wheels on the gravel
Was as bitter to her as the way she'd been sold
Yet she tried hard to please him she did all his bidding
She slept in his bed and she worked on his land
But the walls of that cabin pressed tighter and tighter
On the tinkerman's daughter, the red-headed Ann.
C G D G
As white as the hands of the priest or the hangman
The snow spread it's blanket the next Christmas round
When the tinkerman's daughter slipped out from the bedside
Turned her back on the land and her face to the town
It was said someone saw her at dusk that same evening
She was making her way out o'er Lyreacrompane
And that was the last time the settled folk saw her
The tinkerman's daughter, the red-headed Ann.
C G D G
Where the north Kerry hills cut the Faele near Listowel
In a farm on its banks lives a bitter old man
And he swears by the shotgun he keeps at his bedside
That he'll kill any tinker who camps on his land
Yet whenever he hears iron-shod wheels crunch on gravel
Or a horse in the shafts of a bright caravan
Then his day's work's tormented, his night's sleep's demented
C G D C G D G
By the tinkerman's daughter, the red-headed Ann
That is the key that Mickey sings it in, but you might find the chords a bit
easier taking it up 2 semi-tones and doing it in D, as follows:
D D G A
A Bm E E
D D G A
A Bm E A
A C G A
A C G E
A E A E
D A E A
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