Button Box Boy

NIET VERGETEN C C Well, the button box boy was born on a farm C F with the land with the horse and the plough Am G F C/E and he didn’t have nothing but the clothes on his back, Dm G C C one goat, two cattles and a cow. C C He found an old squeeze box in an old hay loft C F and he pushed it and he pulled it all night Am G F C/E And he took to the box like a duck to a puddle Dm G C C playin’ box till the morning light; C C From Dingle up to Donnegal, C F from the Keelty to Kildare; Am G F C/E he drew the crowds from all around Dm G C C with the flowers and the county fairs. C C They said: button boy box, you’re good C F but you don’t stand a chance down in Trelane, Am G F C/E you know Big Joe Flynn with the dimple in his chin Dm G C C is better than you’ll ever be. F C And he played ten penny bit and a hop and diddle, F C little bit of the old hand too F C and memories that last from the shanty to the boy, G* F* lost their heart to the button box boy. | C | C | C | F | | Am G | F C/E | Dm G | C | C C Well, the dimple-chinned man with his hat in his hands C F said: 'boy, you got me beat’, Am G F C/E but Dan O’Hara from Carndonagh Dm G C C could outplay you with his feet. C C Well, the button box boy met the man named Dan C F and they played all through the night Am G F C/E and one would fall but the button box boy Dm G C C stood tall come the morning light. | F | C | F | C | | F | C | G | C | C C Well, now, mean Matt Moore from the banks C F of the saw was the undisputed king Am G F C/E He said: button box boy, go away with your toy, Dm G C C go play out on your swing. C C But the button box boy took up on the barrel C F and he played that reel down Am G F C/E and his fingers flew and the crowd it grew Dm G C C and the folks all gathered round. F C As he played flags and dubloon and the pigeon on the gate, F C little bit of the pipe on the hop F C and memories that last from the shanty to the boy, G* F* fears afraid, for the button box boy. | Am | Am | Am | Am | C C Well, the king stood up in a drunken rage C F and he tore into a tune Am G F C/E and the crowd stood back and they watched in awe Dm G C C as they battled all afternoon. C C Well, three days later the king collapsed C F and he died right there on the spot Am G F C/E and the crowd heaved high with the button box boy, G* N.C. new king of the button box. F C He played ten penny bit and a hop and a diddle, F C little bit of the old hand too F C and memories that last from the shanty to the boy G C cheered the lad, hup box boy. Chorus 4 F C Played flags and dubloon and the pigeon on the gate, F C little bit of the pipe on the hop F C and memories that last from the shanty to the boy, G C lost their heart to the button box boy. | F | C | F | C | | F | C | G | C | Verse 11 C C Well, the button box boy went back to the farm C F with the land with the horse and the plough Am G F C/E and he died one day at a ripe old age, Dm G C* C* C* one goat, two cattles and a cow.