This Story I Tell You Is True

C# F# C# G#7 C# C# F# C# G# G#7 Come stroll for a while through my memory and I'll tell you of times long ago C# F# C# G# C# When we walked to school Summer and Winter, barefoot through the fields we would go C# F# A#m C# G# G#7 I remember our little thatched cottage and the half-door led into the hall C# F# C# G# C# The crane o'er the fire in the kitchen and the grandfather clock on the wall C# F# A#m C# G# G#7 Oh the stout it was cured with a poker and poitin they said cured the flu C# F# C# G#7 C# The bacon it hung from the ceiling, sure this story I tell you is true. C# F# C# G# G#7 We went to Church every Sundays and Granfather wore his best hat C# F# C# G# C# The preacher he spoke from the altar and the women in different seats sat C# F# A#m C# G# G#7 Matchmaking was part of tradition and the rambling house filled up at night C# F# C# G# C# When the tailor would tell the ghost stories, oh the children would shiver with fright. C# F# A#m C# G# G#7 Oh the stout it was cured with a poker and poitin they said cured the flu C# F# C# G#7 C# The bacon it hung from the ceiling, sure this story I tell you is true. C# F# A#m C# G# G#7 C# F# C# G#7 C# D G D A A7 I remember the sound of the anvil and the burning horse-hoof we would smell D G D A D As we passed the forge door in the evening with water we fetched from the well D G Bm D A A7 We spancelled the cows before milking, tied the horse to the wall through the shoe D G D A D His collar and hames, his winkers and reins, the harness we kept it like new D G Bm D A A7 Oh the stout it was cured with a poker and poitin they said cured the flu D G D A7 D The bacon it hung from the ceiling, sure this story I tell you is true. D G D A A7 For miles to the fair in the darkness with our animals we walked with delight D G D A D When the wheeling and dealing was over, every one waited on for the fight D G Bm D A A7 Now I hope that in telling this story I haven't detained you too long D G D A D For there is so much more I must tell you, - some day in some other song. D G Bm D A A7 Oh the stout it was cured with a poker and poitin they said cured the flu D G D A7 D The bacon it hung from the ceiling, sure this story I tell you is true G D A7 D sure that story I told you is true D G D A7 D