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CHORUS D Her eyes they shone like diamonds A7 You’d think she was queen of the land D And her hair, it hung over her shoulder A D Tied up with a black velvet band As I was walking down Broadway Not intending to stay very long When I met with this frolicksome damsel As she came tripping along CHORUS A watch she took out of her pocket And slipped it right into my hand And the very first thing that I said, was Bad luck to the black velvet band CHORUS Before the judge and the jury Next morning did appear And the gentleman claimed his jewelry The case against it was clear Seven long years transportation Right on down to Van Dieman’s Land Far away from my friends and relations I followed the black velvet band" CHORUS So come all you jolly young fellows A warning take by me When you are out on the town, me lads Beware of the pretty colleens CHORUS
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I've been a Wild Rover for many's the year G C D G And I spent all my money on candy and cheer G C But now I'm returning with gold in great store G C D And I never will play the Wild Rover no more CHORUS: D G And it's no, nay, never (clap, clap, clap, clap) C No, nay, never no more (clap clap) G C Will I play the Wild Rover (clap) D G No, never no more I went into an aul’ house I used to frequent And I told the landlady my money was spent I asked her for credit, She answered me nay… Such a custom as yours I could have any day CHORUS I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright And the Landlady's eyes opened wide with delight She said she had candies and toys of the best And the words that she told me were only in jest CHORUS I went home to my parents confessed what I'd done And I asked them to pardon their prodigal son And when they'd caressed me as oft times before I never will play the Wild Rover no more CHORUS G C G The little boats are gone from the breast of Anna Liffey C D The ferryman is stranded on the quay G C Sure the Dublin dock is dying and a way of life is gone D D7 G And Molly it was part of you and me CHORUS: D C Where the Strawberry beds sweep down to the Liffey C D You kissed away the worry from my brow G C I love you well today and I'll love you more tomorrow D D7 G If you ever love me Molly love me now T'was the only job I knew it was hard but never lonely The Liffy ferry made a man of me And it's gone without a whisper and forgotten even now And sure it's over, Molly, over can't you see CHORUS Well now I'll tend the yard and I'll spend me days in talking And I'll hear them whisper Charlie's on the dole But Molly we're still living and darling we're still young And that river never owned me heart and soul CHORUS CHORUS G I'll tell me ma when I go home D G the boys won't leave the girls alone G they pull me hair and stole my comb D G well that's alright till I go home C She is handsome she is pretty G D she is the belle of Belfast city G C she's a courtin' one two three (3 claps) G D G please won't you tell me who is she? Albert Mooney says he loves her all the boys are fightin' for her knock at the door and ring at the bell tell me oh you true love "are you well" out she comes as white as snow rings on her fingers bells on her toes old Johnny Murray says she'll die if she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye CHORUS Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high the snow come tumblin' from the sky she's as fine as apple pie she'll get her own love by and by when she gets a lad of her own she won't tell her mom when she comes home let them all come as you will it's Albert Mooney she loves still CHORUS C F Let me tell you of a story 'bout a man named Charlie C G7 On a tragic and fateful day. C F He put ten cents in his pocket, kissed his wife and family, C G7 C Went to ride on the M T A. CHORUS C F But will he ever return? No he'll never return, C G7 And his fate is still unlearned. C F He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston, C G7 C He's the man who never returned. Charlie handed in his dime at the Kendall Square Station And he changed for Jamaica Plain When he got there the conductor told him, "One more nickel." Charlie could not get off that train. CHORUS Now all night long Charlie rides through the tunnels Saying, "What will become of me? How can I afford to see my sister in Chelsea Or my cousin in Roxbury?" CHORUS Charlie's wife goes down to the Scollay Square station Every day at quarter past two And through the open window she hands Charlie a sandwich As the train comes rumblin' through. CHORUS Now you citizens of Boston, don't you think it's a scandal, How the people have to pay and pay? Fight the fare increase, vote for Michael Curley Get poor Charlie off the M T A! CHORUS C Alive alive oh G Alive alive ohh C G Singing cockles and mussels C G C Alive alive ohhh C In Dublin's fair city G where the girls are so pretty C G I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone C and she wheeled her wheel barrow G through the streets broad and narrow C G C Crying cockles and mussels alive alive oh CHORUS She was a fish monger and sure was no wonder so were her mother and father before and they wheeled their wheel barrows through the streets broad and narrow Crying cockles and mussels alive alive oh CHORUS She died of a fever and so one could save her and that was the end of sweet Molly Malone now her ghost wheels her barrow through the streets broad and narrow Crying cockles and mussels alive alive oh This land is your land This land is my land From California To the New York Islands From the redwood forest To the Gulf Stream waters This land was made for you and me As I went walking That ribbon of highway I saw above me That endless skyway I saw below me That golden valley This land was made for you and me. Lucy Locket lost her pocket Kitty Fisher found it Not a penny was there in it But a ribbon 'round it. Here's the way we play the game... The water is wide
I cannot get over Nor have I wings With which to fly Give me a boat That can carry two We both shall row My friend and I |
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