John O'Reilly
Charlie Robison
My name is John O'Reilly,and my father worked the fields/
in the hills of ol'Kilarney,where I helped him turn the wheels/My arms grew hard as iron for a boy of 17/and I used my fists for gamblin' in those old Kilarney streets

Well,the ship left for America,I got my pack aboard/Said farewell to my dear Ireland,said a prayer to my dear Lord/ I fought those sorry guineas in the kitchens they call Hell/
I fought'em for their dollar and those guineas paid me well!

CHORUS:
Fare the well,fair Dover,fare thee well your seasons turn-for my pockets will be jinglin' on the day of my return,the day of my return...

Well,I fought in New York City,and I fought the Jersey shore/My gut stayed full o' whiskey and my bed stayed full o' whores/My right they called a cannonball,my left they called the same/and I left 'em all there lyin' half in blood and half in shame.

I met a man on '32 and he stuck out his hand/He offered me a thousand if I'd fall before his man/I said it could be done,but only for another two/He smiled at me and nodded as I tucked it in my shoe.

Fare thee well,fair Dover,fare the well your seasons turn-for my pockets will be jinglin' on the day of my return,the day of my return...

I let the bell ring twice before I'd let him have my nose/and I let him work my left until my eye was swollen closed,then I let lose a peltin' they still talk about today/that guinea didn't know that I had bet the other way.

They colored ev'ry port from here clear to the coast/lookin for the double-crosser that had turned into a ghost/But I was on a train.my freind,and rode the other way/I'll sail from California back to Dublin one fine day!

Fare thee well,fair Dover,fare thee well your seasons turn-for my pockets will be jinglin' on the day of my return,the day of my return...

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Thanks to Diahan for submitting these lyrics.