John O'Reilly
Charlie Robison Lyrics


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My name is John O'Reilly
And my father worked the fields
In the hills of old Kilarny
Where I helped him turn the wheels
My arms grew hard as iron for a boy of 17
And I used my fists for gambling in those wet Kilarny streets

Well the ship left for America and I brought my pack aboard
Said goodbye to my dear Ireland said a prayer to my dear Lord
I fought those sorry guineas in the kitchen they called hell
I fought them for their dollar and those guineas paid me well

[Chorus]
Fair thee well fair Dover
Fair thee well your seasons turn
For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return
The day of my return

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

I met a man on '32 and he stuck out his hand
And 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 stuck it in my shoe

[Chorus]

They rang the bell two times before I let him have my nose
And I let him work my left until my eye was swollen closed
Then I let loose a right that they still talk about today
For that guinea didn't know that I had bet the other way

They covered every dock and every port there on the coast
Looking for that double crosser who had turned into a ghost




But I was on a train my friend that rode the other way
And i'll sail from California back to Dublin one fine day

Overall Meaning

The song "John O'Reilly" by Charlie Robison tells the story of a young man from Ireland who leaves his home behind to seek his fortune in America. He comes from a family of farmers and has developed a strong work ethic by helping his father in the fields. However, he finds himself drawn into the seedy underbelly of gambling while living in the city of Kilarny. When he hears of a ship leaving for America, he decides to leave his troubles behind and start a new life.


Once arriving in America, John O'Reilly finds himself fighting for money in various locations such as New York City and the Jersey shore. He becomes an accomplished fighter, earning the nickname "cannonball" for the power of his punches. However, he is soon approached by a fight fixer who offers him money to lose a fight. John agrees to do it but then bet against himself, ultimately winning the fight and escaping with the money.


Despite the danger and excitement of his new life, John longs to return to his homeland of Ireland. He dreams of a day when he will sail back to Dublin, his pockets full of riches. The song is a story of the struggles and triumphs of a young man seeking a better life, but also a warning about the dangers of getting caught up in the desire for wealth and fame.


Line by Line Meaning

My name is John O'Reilly
I am introducing myself as John O'Reilly.


And my father worked the fields
My father used to work in the fields.


In the hills of old Kilarny
The fields were located in the hills of old Kilarny.


Where I helped him turn the wheels
I used to help him turn the wheels.


My arms grew hard as iron for a boy of 17
At the age of 17, my arms became very strong.


And I used my fists for gambling in those wet Kilarny streets
I used my strength to gamble in the wet streets of Kilarny.


Well the ship left for America and I brought my pack aboard
I left for America with my belongings on a ship.


Said goodbye to my dear Ireland said a prayer to my dear Lord
I bid farewell to my beloved Ireland and prayed to my lord.


I fought those sorry guineas in the kitchen they called hell
I fought with the people in the kitchen which they called hell.


I fought them for their dollar and those guineas paid me well
I fought them for their money and they paid me handsomely.


Fair thee well fair Dover
Goodbye to you, Dover.


Fair thee well your seasons turn
Your seasons will change.


For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return
I will return richer.


The day of my return
On the day of my return.


I fought in New York City and I fought the Jersey shore
I fought in New York City and Jersey shore.


My gut stayed full of whiskey and my bed stayed full of whores
I drank whiskey and slept with prostitutes.


They called my right a cannonball and my left they called the same
They gave my punches the names 'cannonball'.


I left em' all lyin' half in blood and half in shame
I beat all of my opponents and left them in a sorry state.


I met a man on '32 and he stuck out his hand
I met a man on '32 and he offered a handshake.


And he offered me a thousand if I'd fall before his man
He offered me a thousand dollars to lose a fight.


I said it could be done but only for another two
I agreed to do it, but asked for more money.


He smiled at me and nodded as I stuck it in my shoe
He was satisfied with the deal and I hid the money in my shoe.


They rang the bell two times before I let him have my nose
I allowed him to punch me in the nose after two rounds.


And I let him work my left until my eye was swollen closed
I let him punch my left eye so much, that it was swollen shut.


Then I let loose a right that they still talk about today
I landed a powerful punch that people still talk about.


For that guinea didn't know that I had bet the other way
He did not know that I had placed a bet on the other fighter.


They covered every dock and every port there on the coast
They looked for me at every dock and port on the coast.


Looking for that double crosser who had turned into a ghost
They were looking for me, who had fooled them and disappeared.


But I was on a train my friend that rode the other way
I was already on a train, going in the opposite direction.


And i'll sail from California back to Dublin one fine day
One day, I will sail from California back to Dublin.




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: CHARLIE ROBISON, CHARLIE FITZGERALD ROBISON

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QUESTION minecrafter

My name is John O'Reilly
And my father worked the fields
In the hills of old Kilarny
Where I helped him turn the wheels
My arms grew hard as iron for a boy of 17
And I used my fists for gambling in those wet Kilarny streets


Well the ship left for America and I brought my pack aboard
Said goodbye to my dear Ireland said a prayer to my dear Lord
I fought those sorry guineas in the kitchen they called hell
I fought them for their dollar and those guineas paid me well


Fair thee well fair Dover
Fair thee well your seasons turn
For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return
The day of my return


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


I met a man on '32 and he stuck out his hand
And 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 stuck it in my shoe


Fair thee well fair Dover
Fair thee well your seasons turn
For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return
The day of my return


They rang the bell two times before I let him have my nose
And I let him work my left until my eye was swollen closed
Then I let loose a right that they still talk about today
For that guinea didn't know that I had bet the other way


They covered every dock and every port there on the coast
Looking for that double crosser who had turned into a ghost
But I was on a train my friend that rode the other way
And i'll sail from California back to Dublin one fine day






you're welcome

Meruhh theCat

legend

CowMemes

Thank you!!

Snake Pilskin

Defiance IS American!

GoRdOn FrEeMaN

On vacation in Ireland right now and we did Killarney yesterday. So you know this got played many times . Ty Charlie

JOY RAINS

Beautiful ❤. Humanity's parents mother father of all creation is incarnate in the physical playing this song for us to call home = Joyrains. Hear from you in these urgent moments. Luna

DerekP72

RIP Charlie!

Barbara Labry

My official St Patrick's Day anthem!

John Sparkman

Fair thee well Charlie.

Byron Umphress

✝️🌹🕊GOD BLESS ALL

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