Erin Go Bragh

Traditional 19th-century Scottish ballad, "Erin Go Bragh," performed by Jesse Ferguson on guitar. The title is Irish Gaelic for "Ireland forever," but the song is about a Scotsman mistaken for an Irishman in his own country (Scotland). Chords and lyrics below. Support this channel on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/JesseFergusonMusic Jesse on Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/ca/artist/jesse-ferguson/309436997 Jesse on YouTube Music: https://music.youtube.com/channel/UCMzLFahwOsdv3v3tKPd_wYA Jesse on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/5heCdUhXKjzSB4IepcHbJe Jesse on Amazon Music: https://www.amazon.com/Shanties-Whaling-Ballads-Jesse-Ferguson/dp/B09BCCMSGV/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=%22sea+shanties%22+ferguson&qid=1628462445&s=music&sr=1-1 Jesse's Website: http://www.jessefergusonmusic.com Jesse's Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/bardofcornwall Erin Go Bragh (traditional, arrang. J. Ferguson, Dec. 2013) capo @ 2, 108 bpm Intro: Am [add harmonics on D & G string] V1. Am Em G Am Me name's Duncan Campbell frae the shire o’ Argyll. Em G Am I've travelled this country for many's the mile. Em Am G I've travelled through Ireland, an’ Scotland an’ aa, Am Em G Am and the name I go under's bold Erin-go-Bragh. Interlude: Am [add harmonics on D & G string] V2. One night in Auld Reekie as I walked doun the street a saucy big polis I chanced for tae meet. He glowert in my face, and he gave me some jaw, sayin’, “Whan came ye over, bold Erin-go-Bragh?” V3. “Well, I am no’ a Pat though in Ireland I've been, and I am no’ a Paddy though Ireland I've seen. But were I a Paddy, that's nothin’ at aa, for there's many a bold hero in Erin-go-Bragh.” V4. “Well I know you’re a Pat by the cut o’ your hair, but ye aa turn tae Scotsmen the minute you’re here. Ye left yer ain countrie for breakin’ the law, an we're seizin’ aa stragglers frae Erin-go-Bragh.” V5. “An were I a Pat an’ ye knew it was true, or were I the devil, then what's that tae you? Were it no’ for the stick that ye hold in yer paw I would show you a game played in Erin-go-Bragh.” V6. Then the lump o’ blackthorn that I held in my fist about his big body I made it to twist, and the blood frae his napper I quickly did draw—ha!— and paid him stock-an-interest for Erin-go-Bragh. V7. But the people came roond like a flock o’ wild geese sayin’, “Catch that daft rascal; he's killt the police!” And for every friend I had I swear he had twa: it was terrible hard times for Erin-go-Bragh. V8. So I cam tae a wee boat that sails in the Forth. I packed up me gear, and I steered for the North. Sayin’, “Fareweel tae Auld Reekie, yer polis an aa, and the devil gang wi’ ye, says Erin-go-Bragh!” V9. So come aa ye young people, wherever you’re from, and don't give a damn tae which place ye belong. I come frae Argyll in the Heilans sae braw, but I ne'er took it ill bein’ called Erin-go-Bragh.