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Johnny Jump Up
Traditional. Scheduled for an upcoming Darby CD.
notes: A Cork drinking song.
Johnny Jump Up

  Cm                                                   Bb                                                  Gm
I'll tell you a story; it happened to me one day as I went down to Youghal by the sea
    Cm                                           Fm            Cm          Gm              Cm
The sun it was hot and the day it was warm. Says I: a quick pint wouldn't do any harm

So I went in and I ordered up a bottle of stout
         Bb                                                        Gm
But the barman says: I'm sorry; the beer’s all sold out
    Cm                                                    Fm
Try whiskey, young paddy; ten years in the wood
      Cm          Gm          Cm
Says I: I'll have cider; I've heard that it’s good

   Cm                                                Bb                                                 Gm
But never, oh never, no, never again; if I live to be a hunderd or a hunderd and ten
Cm                                              Fm       Cm          Gm            Cm
I fell to the ground and I couldn't get up after drinking a quart of the Johnny Jump Up

After lowerin’ the third I went out to the yard where I ran into Brofie, that big civic guard
Come here to me boy, don't you know I'm the law
I upped with me fist and I shattered his jaw
He fell to the ground, his knees buckled up But it wasn't I hit him, 'twas Johnny Jump Up
The next thing I met down in Youghal by the sea
Was a cripple on crutches and says he to me
I'm afraid of me life I might be hit by a car
Won't you help me across to the Railwayman’s Bar
But after a quart of that cider so sweet
He threw down his crutches and danced in the street

I went down the Lee road, a friend for to see
They call it the Madhouse in Cork by the Lee
But when I got there, sure the truth I will tell
They had the poor bleeder locked up in a cell
The guard tested him: say these words if you can
"Around the rugged rock the ragged rascal ran"
Tell them I'm not crazy; tell them I'm not mad
It was only a drop of the cider I had

A man died in the Union by the name of McNabb
They washed him and laid him outside on a slab
And after O’Connor his measurements did take
His wife brought him home for a bloody fine wake

Well about Twelve o'clock and the beer was high
The corpse sits up and says he with a sigh
I can't get to Heaven; they won't let me up
Till I bring them a quart of the John-ny Jump Up