X:80
T:Hot Asphalt
R:song
D:The Corries
D:The Dubliners
Z:id:hn-song-80
M:6/8
L:1/8
Q:3/8=120
K:Em
G2F | E2F G2F | E2D B,2D | G2A (BA)G | A3
B2d | e2d B2A | G2E (F2E) | D2D D2E | F3- F2
F | E2F G2F | E2D B,2D | G2A B2G | A3
B2d | e2d B2A | G2E F2D | E3 E3 | E3
B3 | d2d d2d | d2B G2B | d2d d2B | d3
B2d | e2d B2A | G2E F2E | D2D D2E | F3
(G2F) | E2F G2F | E2D B,2D | G2A B2G | A3
B2d | e2d B2A | G2E F2D | E3 E3 | E3 ||
B2c | d2d d2d | d2B G2B | d2d d2B | d3
Bcd | e2d B2A | G2E F2E | D2D D2E | F3
(G2F) | EEF G2F | E2D (B,2D) | G2A B2G | A3
B2d | e2d B2A | G2E F2D | E3 E3 E3 ||
W:Well, good evening all my jolly lads, I'm glad to see you well,
W:If you gather all around me a story I will tell,
W:I've got a situation and I've got a handy job,
W:I can tell you I've a weekly wage of nineteen bob.
W:'Tis twelve months come October since I left my native home,
W:After working in Killarney for to cut the harvest down,
W:And now I wear a Guernsey and around my waist a belt,
W:I'm the gaffer of the squad that lays the hot asphalt.
W:
W:Chorus:
W:Oh! We laid it in the harbour and we laid it in the flat,
W:And if it doesn't last forever, well I'll surely eat my hat.
W:I've travelled up and down the world and never have I felt
W:Any surface that is equal to the hot asphalt.
W:
W:The other day a policeman comes and says to me "McGuire,
W:Won't you kindly let me light me pipe down by your boiler fire?"
W:He stands there right in front of me with coat-tails up so neat,
W:"Ah", says I: "My decent man! You'd better go and mind your beat."
W:"Ah, well" says he: "I'm down on you! I'm up to all your pranks!
W:For I know you for a traitor from the Tipperary ranks!"
W:I hit him from the shoulder, and I gave him such a belt,
W:That he landed in the boiler full of hot asphalt.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Well we quickly pulled him out again and threw him in a tub,
W:And with soap and boiling water we began to rub and scrub.
W:But devil a bit of tar came off and it turned as hard as stone,
W:And with every rub we gave him you could hear that copper groan.
W:With the rubbing and the scrubbing sure he caught his death of cold,
W:And for scientific purposes his body it was sold.
W:In the Kelvingrove Museum now he's hanging by the belt,
W:As a monument to the Irish laying hot asphalt.
W:
W:Chorus