Chords:
{t:Jolly Farmer}
{key: C}
{artist:Brendan Shine}
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tvExTC0AkfI capo 5 (F)
{c: }
[C] I am a jolly farmer I've been [F] farming all me [C] life
I live on 40 acres with me [D] parents and me [G] wife
We've got [C] two delightful children the [F] eldest one is [C] four
We're all content and happy and we [G] ask for nothing [C] more.
But me cousins up in Dublin they won't leave us a-[G]lone
On the [C] telly and the radio you can [F] hear the people [G] moan
They [C] want to tax the farmers and [F] some of them de-[C]clare
That the farmers down the country are a [G] bunch of million-[C]aires
Oh it's grand to be a farmer 'till the [F] hens refuse to [C] lay
And the rains that fall in summer time des-[D]troys your fields of [G] hay
When the [C] curse of brucellosis it's your [F] lovely herd of [C] cows
And the queer desease you can't pronounce makes [G] bacon of your [C] sows.
With the prices fluctuatiing and there's nothing guaran-[G]teed
Sure the [C] farmer has his worries when he's [F] many mouths to [G] feed
So come all ye [C] loyal Dublin folks the [F] farmer is your [C] friend
Don't criticise him further or you'll [G] drive him 'round the [C] bend.
[C] The farmer grows potatoes and [F] saves them from the [C] blight
Then he drives them up to Dublin and he's [D] driving half the [G] night
His [C] pockets may be paultry but he pays for [F] all his [C] trips
But he's happy for the city folks they can [G] have their bags of [C] chips.
The pigeons eat his cabbage and the crows devour his [G] wheet
There's a [C] levy on his creamery and a-[F]nother on his [G] beet
When he [C] gets a spell of sunshine his [F] grass may turn [C] brown
And the Carrot fly gets busy on his [G] carrots in the [C] ground [A] [D]
[D] My cousin up in Dublin has a [G] job from 9 'till [D] 5
But the poor old farmer's working every [E7] minute he's a-[A]live
When the [D] cows require a midwife or the [G] turkey's start to fight
He [D] has to don his overalls in the [A] middle of the [D] night.
Of Dublin can be Heaven when you stroll in Stephen's [A] Green
But the good and [D] bad are everywhere and there's [G] plenty in be-[A]tween
We need each [D] other badly if we're [G] hoping to sur-D]vive
So lets learn to live together and thank [A] God we're all a-[D]live.
Oh it's grand to be a farmer 'till the [G] hens refuse to [D] lay
And the rains that fall in summer time des-[E7]troys your fields of [A] hay
When the [D] curse of brucellosis it's your [G] lovely herd of [D] cows
And the queer desease you can't pronounce makes [A] bacon of your [D] sows.
With the prices fluctuatiing and there's nothing guaran-[A]teed
Sure the [D] farmer has his worries when he's [G] many mouths to [A] feed
So come all ye [D] loyal Dublin folks the [G] farmer is your [D] friend
Don't criticise him further or you'll [A] drive him 'round the [D] bend.
