Chords used
G
C
F
Am
G7
Em
E
C7
D
1.
Little Musgrave
Key: GEasyG
C
GIt fell upon a hColy-day
As Gmany in the year,
GMusgrave to the Cchurch did go
to Gsee fine Cladies Gthere
GAnd some were dressed in Cvelvet red
and Gsome in velvet pale
And Gthen in came Lord CBarnard's wife,
The Gfairest Camong them Gall.
GShe cast an eye on CLittle Musgrave,
full Gbright as the summer sun;
Said Musgrave unto Chimself
"This Glady's Cheart have I Gwon."
GI have loved you Cfair lady
for Glong and many's the day
and GI have loved you Clittle Musgrave
though Gnever a Cword did Gsay
G'I have a bower at CBucklesfordberry,
GIt's me hearts delight
GI'll take you back Cthere with me
If you'll Glie in my Carms all Gnight.'
But Gstanding by was a little Cfootpage,
From the Glady's coach he ran.
'GAlthough I am my Clady's page,
I Gam Lord CBarnard's Gman.
'Lord GBarnard shall Cknow of this,
Whether GI sink or swim;'
And Geverywhere the bridges were broke,
He'd Genter the wCater and Gswim.
" GLord Barnard, my CLord Barnard,
you Gare a man of life,
but GMusgrave he's at CBucklesfordberry,
GAsleep with your Cwedded Gwife.'
G'If this be true, me lCittle footpage,
This Gthing that you tell me,
All the Ggold in CBucklesford Berry
GGladly I'll gCive to tGhee.
G'But if this be a lie, thou lCittle foot page,
GThis thing that you tell me,
From the Ghighest tree in CBucklesfordberry,
GHanged you Cshall Gbe.'
"Go Gsaddle me the Cblack he said
go sGaddle me the grey
and Gsound you not your hCorns," he said
"Glest our Ccoming you Gbetray"
GBut there was a man in CLord Barnard's train
Who lGoved the little Musgrave
and he Gblew his horn both lCoud and shrill
G'Away, CMusgrave, Gaway.'
G'I think I hear the Cmorning cock,
I tGhink I hear the jay;
GI think I hear Lord CBarnard's men,
And I Gwish I wCas aGway.'
G'Lie still, lie still, thou CLittle Musgrave,
And Ghug me from the cold;
'It's Gonly a Cshepherd's boy,
A-bGringing his Cflock to fGold.
'Is Gnot your hawk uCpon it's perch?
Your sGteed eats oats and hay;
And GYou've a lady iCn your arms,
And Gyet you'd Cgo Gaway?'
So he's Gturned around and he's Ckissed her twice
and Gthen they fell asleep
when tGhey awoke Lord CBarnard's Men
were Gstanding Cat their Gfeet.
G"How do you like me Cbed?" he said, and
G"How do you like me sheets?"
"And Ghow do you like me Cfair lady ,
that Glies in you Carms Gasleep?"
"It's Gwell I like your Cbed," he said
G" and great it gives me pain,
GI would gladly give a Chundred pounds
to Gbe on yConder Gplain.'
So Gslowly, so slowly Che got up
So Gslowly he put on
GSlowly Cdown the stairs
GThinking Cto be Gslain.
GRise up rise up,little CMusgrave,
Grise up and then put on;
It Gshall not be said in Cfair Ireland
that I Gslayed a Cnaked Gman.
G'There are two swords Cdown at my side,
Gand dear they cost my purse;
GAnd you shall have the Cbest of them,
And GI will tCake the Gworse.'
GThe first rook that CMusgrave struck
It Ghurt Lord Barnard sore;
But the Gnext rook that Lord BCarnard struck,
Little GMusgrave Cne'er struck Gmore.
GThen up and Cspake the fair lady,
Gfrom on her bed she lay.'
'GAlthough you're dead, Little CMusgrave,
GStill for Cyou I"ll Gpray.
G"How do you like his Ccheek?" he said, and
G"how do you like his chin?
and Ghow do you like his Cdead body,
now Gthere's no lCife wGithin."
G"It's well I like his cCheek" she said,
"and Gmore I want his chin,
It's Gmore I love his dCead body, than
Gall your Ckith and Gkin."
GHe's taken out his Clong,long sword,
to Gstrike the mortal blow,
and Gthrough, and through the lCady's heart
the Gcold steel Cit did Ggo
G'A grave, a grave,' Lord CBarnard cried,
G'To put these lovers in;
But Gput my lady on the Cupper half,
For she Gcame from Cbetter Gkin.'
G'For I've just killed the Cfinest knight
That Gever rode a steed;
And GI've just slain the fCairest lady
That Gever did a Cwoman's Gdeed."
GIt fell upon a Choly-day
As mGany's in the year,
GMusgrave to the Cchurch did go
to Gsee fine Cladies tGhere
2.
Viva La Quinta Brigada
Key: FMediumF
G
Am
C
G7
Em
FGAmFGCFGAm
Ten years Cbefore I saw the ligGht of morning, C
a comCradeship of heroes was laid, F
from everFy corner of the world came sailing G
the FifGth InternationG7al Brigade. C
They came tGo stand beside the Spanish people, C
to trCy and stem the rising fascist tide, F
Franco's allies Fwere the powerful and wealthy, G
Frank Ryan's Gmen came from the other sidG7e. C
EvGen the olives were bleeding, C
as the battleC for Madrid it thundered on, F
trFuth and love against the force of evil, G
broGtherhood against thG7e fascist clan. C
ViFva la Quinta Brigada,
"No PasarFan", the pledge that mGade them fight. C
"AdelanteC" is the cry arouEmnd the hillside, Am
lFet us all remember Gthem tonight. C
Bob HilliaCrd was a Church of IrelGand pastor, C
form KillaCrney across the Pyrenees he came, F
from Derry Fcame a brave young Christian Brother, G
sGide by side they fought anG7d died in Spain. C
Tommy Woods aged sGeventeen died in Cordoba, C
with Na Fianna Che learned to hold his gun, F
from DublinF to the Villa del Rio, G
where he fought anGd died beneath the blazing sG7un. C
ViFva la Quinta Brigada,
"No PasarFan", the pledge that mGade them fight. C
"AdelanteC" is the cry arouEmnd the hillside, Am
lFet us all rememberG them tonight. C
Many IrishmeCn heard the caGll of Franco, C
joined HitlerC and Mussolini, too. F
Propaganda fFrom the pulpit and newspapers, G
helped O'Duffy to Genlist hiG7s crew. C
The word cGame from Maynooth, "Dupport the Nazis!" C
The men ofC cloth failed again. F
When the Bishops blFessed the Blueshirts in Dun Laoghaire, G
as they sailedG beneath the swastika to Spain.G7 C
ViFva la Quinta Brigada,
"No PasarFan", the pledge that mGade them fight. C
"AdelanteC" is the cry arouEmnd the hillside, Am
lFet us all rememberG them tonight. C
This songC is a tribute Gto Frank Ryan, C
Kit ConwCay and Dinny Coady, too, F
Peter Daly, CFharlie Regan and Hugh Bonar, G
though many dieGd, I can but namG7e a few. C
Danny Boyle, BGlaser-Brown and Charlie Donnelly, C
Liam TumilsCon and Jim Straney from the Falls, F
Jack Nalty,F Tommy Patton and Frank Conroy, G
Jim FoleGy, Tony Fox and DiG7ck O'Neill. C
ViFva la Quinta Brigada,
"No PasarFan", the pledge that mGade them fight. C
"AdelanteC" is the cry arouEmnd the hillside, Am
lFet us all rememberG them tonight. Am
VFiva la QuintaG Brigada, vivCa la QuiFnta Brigada.G Am
FG
CFGAm
3.
The Night Visit
Key: AmEasyAm
G
The Night Visit - Christy Moore
1. 8 Bar intro.
AmGAmG
AmGAmG
2.
AmWho are you, me Gpretty fair maid
AmAnd who are you, me Ghoney?
AmWho are you, me Gpretty fair maid
AmAnd who are you, me Ghoney?
AmShe answered me Gmodestly,
"GWell I am me mammy's darling."
AmWith me too-rye-ah
GFal-de-diddle-ah
GA eye-ree Fal-de-diddle
Dairy Amoh G
AmG
3.
AmWill you come to me Gmammy's house
AmWhen the moon is shining Gclearly.
AmWill you come to me Gmammy's house
AmWhen the moon is shining Gclearly.
AmI'll open the door and GI'll let you in
GAnd divil the one will hear us.
AmWith me too-rye-ah
GFal-de-diddle-ah
GA eye-ree Fal-de-diddle
Dairy Amoh G
AmG
4.
AmSo I went to her house in the Gmiddle of the night
AmWhen the moon was shining Gclearly.
AmSo I went to her house in the Gmiddle of the night
AmWhen the moon was shining Gclearly.
AmShe opened the door and she Glet me in
GAnd divil the one did hear us.
AmWith me too-rye-ah
GFal-de-diddle-ah
GA eye-ree Fal-de-diddle
Dairy Amoh G
AmG
5.
AmShe took me horse by the Gbridle and the bit
AmAnd she led him to the Gstable
AmShe took me horse by the Gbridle and the bit
AmAnd she led him to the Gstable
AmSaying "There's plenty of oats for a Gsoldier's horse,
GTo eat it if he's able. "
AmWith me too-rye-ah
GFal-de-diddle-ah
GA eye-ree Fal-de-diddle
Dairy Amoh G
AmG
6.
AmAnd She took me by the Glily-white hand
Amshe led me to the Gtable
AmShe took me by the Glily-white hand
AmAnd she led me to the Gtable
Am"There's plenty of wine for a Gsoldier boy,
GDrink it if you're able. "
AmWith me too-rye-ah
GFal-de-diddle-ah
GA eye-ree Fal-de-diddle
Dairy Amoh G
AmG
7.
AmShe got up and she Gmade the bed
AmAnd she made it nice and Gaisy
AmShe got up and she Gmade the bed
AmAnd she made it nice and Gaisy
AmThen she took me Gby the hand
GSaying 'I hope that you are able!â?
AmWith me too-rye-ah
GFal-de-diddle-ah
GA eye-ree Fal-de-diddle
Dairy Amoh G
AmG
8. 8 Bar Lead Break
AmGAmG
AmGAmG
9.
AmThere we lay till the Gbreak of the day
AmAnd divil the one could Ghear us
AmThere we lay till the Gbreak of the day
AmAnd divil the one could Ghear us
AmShe arose and put Gon her clothes
GSaying "Darling, you must leave me."
AmWith me too-rye-ah
GFal-de-diddle-ah
GA eye-ree Fal-de-diddle
Dairy Amoh G
AmG
10.
AmWhen can I Greturn again
AmAnd when might we get Gmarried
AmWhen can I Greturn again
AmAnd when might we get Gmarried
AmWhen broken shells make GChristmas bells
GWe might well get married.
AmWith me too-rye-ah
GFal-de-diddle-ah
GA eye-ree Fal-de-diddle
Dairy Amoh G
Am
G
4.
Ordinary Man
Key: FMediumF
G
Am
C
E
FGAmFGCFGFG
I'm an ordAminary man, notGhing special, nothinFg grand, Am
I've hadF to work for everythingG I own. Am
I nAmever asked for a lot, I wGas happy with Fwhat I'd got, Am
enougFh to keep my family and myG home. Am
Now they say that Ftimes are hard and they've hGanded me my cards, C Am
they say Fthere's not the work to go around. E
And when Amthe whistle blows, the gaGtes will finallFy close, Am
toniFght they're going to shut this factGory down, Am
then they'll tear it do??..wFn. G Am F G Am
I Amnever missed a day nor wGent on strike for better pFay, Am
for twentFy years I served theGm best I could, Am
now with a handshaAmke and a cheque it seems so Geasy to forget, F Am
loFyalty through the bad times aGnd through good. Am
The ownerF says he's sad to see thaGt things have got so badC, Am
but the captaFins of industry won't let him lose. E
He stiAmll drives a car aGnd smokes his cFigar, Am
and stillF he takes his family on Ga cruise, Am
he'll never lo??..F..seG. Am F G Am
Now it seemsAm to me such Ga cruel irony, F Am
he's ricFher now than ever he was Gbefore. Am
NAmow my cheque is spent and I caGn't afford theF rent, Am
there's one laFw for the rich, one foGr the poor. Am
EvFery day I've tried to Gsalvage some of my prideC, Am
to finFd some work so's I might pay my way. E
Oh, but everyAmwhere I go, the anGswer's alwaFys ?No !? Am
there's no wFork for anyone hereG today, Am
no work tod??..?ayF.? G Am F G F G
And so Amcondemned I stand, just anG ordinary man, F Am
like thousaFnds beside me in Gthe queue. Am
I Amwatch my darling wife tryinGg to make the best oFf life, Am
and God knFows what the kids are going toG do. Am
NowF that we are faced with Gthis humaCn waste, Am
a genFeration cast aside. E
For as long Amas I live, I Gnever wiFll forgive, Am
you've strippeFd me of my dignity and pridGe. Am
You've stripped me ba??...re. (3Fx) G Am F G Am
FG
CFEAmGFAmFGAm
5.
Sacco & Vanzetti
Key: CMediumC
G
F
C7
G7
Oh, saCy there, did you here the news?
SaGcco worked at trimming shCoes,
VanzettiC was a travelling man, pushed his cart roGund with his hand. C
TwoF good men's a long time gone, Sacco and VanzCetti areG gone, C C7
TwoF good men's a long time gone, they left me hCere to sing thiGs song. G7 C
SaCcco was born across the sea, somewhere over in ItaGly, C
VanzettiC born of parents fine, drank the best ItaGlian wine. C
SaCcco sailed the sea one day, landed up in the BoGston bay, C
Vanzetti Csailed the ocean blue, ended up in BostonG, too. C
TwoF good men's a long time gone, Sacco and VanzCetti areG gone, C C7
TwoF good men's a long time gone, they left me hCere to sing thiGs song. G7 C
SaCcco was a family man, Sacco's wife threGe children had, C
VanzettiC was a dreaming man, his books were always in hiGs hand. C
SaCcco made his bread and butter being the factory's beGst shoe cutter, C
VanzettiC worked both day and night, showed the people how toG fight. C
TwoF good men's a long time gone, Sacco and VanzCetti areG gone, C C7
TwoF good men's a long time gone, they left me hCere to sing thiGs song. G7 C
CI'll tell you if you ask me about this payG-roll robbery, C
two clerkCs were shot in the shoe factory on the streets of oldG Braintree. C
CI'll tell you the prosecutors' names: Katman, Admans, WilGliams, Kane, C
theCm and the judge were the best of friends,
dGid more tricks than circus clowns. C
The judgCe he told his friends around, he'd put them rGebels down, C
?ComCmunist bastards? was the name,
the judGge he gave these two fine men. C
TwoF good men's a long time gone, Sacco and VanzCetti areG gone, C C7
TwoF good men's a long time gone, they left me hCere to sing thiGs song. G7 C
I aiCn't got time to tell the tales,
becauseG the branch and the bulls are on my tail. C
I wonC't forget these men who died to show us people how to lGive. C
ACll you people in Window Lane sing this song and sGing it plain C
eCverybody here tonight, sing this song,G we'll get it right. C
TwoF good men's a long time gone, Sacco and VanzCetti areG gone, C C7
TwoF good men's a long time gone, they left me hCere to sing thiGs song. G7 C
6.
Smoke And Strong Whiskey
Key: CMediumC
G
D
Am
Em
CGCG
KiDds wear white garters, and smell like their motGhers
whose husbandCs and fathers alike G
drink black beer in Dthe same public houses C
smellCing of smoke and Dstrong whiskey. G C G
MamDmies and daddies, skipping ropes, G
lCectures from priests, living in hGope
that they'Dve not mistaken the brand of their coaCts,
paid for Cby their spiritual Dteachings.G C G
A busDy year this, the streets runningG red,
hoCw many sent to their nuptial bed. G
And how many sent hDome to a winter of graves, C
and how many waitC in for the slDaughter. G C G
OGh, oh, the holy grDound,
céaCd mile failte, there's saints and Amthere's scholars to see. D
OGh, oh, the holy grDound,
fCaraway hills ain't as green as thAmey once used to be. D
EmAmEmAm
It's EaDster again, and we cannot forget G
our brothCers and sisters and all that was saiGd.
So practiDse your pipes, stand proud in the wet, C
for the eyes Cof the world are uDpon you. G C G
GodD in his mercy has given us men G
to leaCd us to peace, but they can't bring an enGd
to the profitsD that pay off the lease on the lCand,
we stillC send them over the wDater. G C G
SevDenteen years, Kelly is a maGn,
who stands Con the street with a gun in his hand. G
He's protectinDg the pipers that play in the band, C
while the enemy Cwaits with aDn army. G
OGh, oh, the holy grDound,
céaCd mile failte, there's saints and Amthere's scholars to see. D
EmOh, oh, the holy Dground,
fCaraway hills ain't as green as thAmey once used to be. D
EmAmEmAm
DiDa le hÉireann, suckle theG empire,
diCa le hÉireann, suffer thGe loss
of the green aDnd the blue while the media feeds C
on the blood anCd the pain and the hDatred. G C G
FaDther walks home on a colourless night,G
and the organisCation has blinded his sighGt,
His wifeD and his kids are sleeping tonighGt,
in the arms Cof sweet Jesus and Mary. D
EmOh, oh, the holy Dground,
céaCd mile failte, there's saints and Amthere's scholars to see. D
OGh, oh, the holy grDound,
fCaraway hills ain't as green as thAmey once used to be. D
EmOh, oh, the holy Dground,
céaCd mile failte, there's saints and Amthere's scholars to see. D
OGh, oh, the holy grDound,
fCaraway hills ain't as green as thAmey once used to be. D
7.
Sonny's Dream
Key: CMediumC
G
D
Am
Em
CGCG
KiDds wear white garters, and smell like their motGhers
whose husbandCs and fathers alike G
drink black beer in Dthe same public houses C
smellCing of smoke and Dstrong whiskey. G C G
MamDmies and daddies, skipping ropes, G
lCectures from priests, living in hGope
that they'Dve not mistaken the brand of their coaCts,
paid for Cby their spiritual Dteachings.G C G
A busDy year this, the streets runningG red,
hoCw many sent to their nuptial bed. G
And how many sent hDome to a winter of graves, C
and how many waitC in for the slDaughter. G C G
OGh, oh, the holy grDound,
céaCd mile failte, there's saints and Amthere's scholars to see. D
OGh, oh, the holy grDound,
fCaraway hills ain't as green as thAmey once used to be. D
EmAmEmAm
It's EaDster again, and we cannot forget G
our brothCers and sisters and all that was saiGd.
So practiDse your pipes, stand proud in the wet, C
for the eyes Cof the world are uDpon you. G C G
GodD in his mercy has given us men G
to leaCd us to peace, but they can't bring an enGd
to the profitsD that pay off the lease on the lCand,
we stillC send them over the wDater. G C G
SevDenteen years, Kelly is a maGn,
who stands Con the street with a gun in his hand. G
He's protectinDg the pipers that play in the band, C
while the enemy Cwaits with aDn army. G
OGh, oh, the holy grDound,
céaCd mile failte, there's saints and Amthere's scholars to see. D
EmOh, oh, the holy Dground,
fCaraway hills ain't as green as thAmey once used to be. D
EmAmEmAm
DiDa le hÉireann, suckle theG empire,
diCa le hÉireann, suffer thGe loss
of the green aDnd the blue while the media feeds C
on the blood anCd the pain and the hDatred. G C G
FaDther walks home on a colourless night,G
and the organisCation has blinded his sighGt,
His wifeD and his kids are sleeping tonighGt,
in the arms Cof sweet Jesus and Mary. D
EmOh, oh, the holy Dground,
céaCd mile failte, there's saints and Amthere's scholars to see. D
OGh, oh, the holy grDound,
fCaraway hills ain't as green as thAmey once used to be. D
EmOh, oh, the holy Dground,
céaCd mile failte, there's saints and Amthere's scholars to see. D
OGh, oh, the holy grDound,
fCaraway hills ain't as green as thAmey once used to be. D
8.
The Craic Was Ninety In The Isle Of Man
Key: CMediumC
G
F
WerCen't we, The rCare ould stock, SpCent the evening getCtin' locked
IGn the Ace of HeGarts, Where the hFigh stools were engFaging
OCver the Butt bridge, DoCwn be the dock, And the bCoat she sailed at fCive o'clock
HuGrry lads, Says WhGack, Or beFfore we're there, We'll aFll be back
CaCrry him if you cCan, Oh, The crCaic was ninety Gin the Isle of MCan C
BefCore we reached the AleCxander Base, The dCing dong we did suCrely raise
In the bGar of the ship, We hGad great sport
As the bFoat she sailed out fFrom the port
LaCnded up in the DouCglas Head, EnqCuirin' for a vaCcant bed
GIn the dining room, Got shGown, By a deFcent woman Fup the road
Lads, BCate it if ya cCan, Oh, The cCraic was ninety Gin the Isle of MCan C
Next morCning went for a raCmble round, And sCaw the sights a DoCuglas Town
TGhen we went for a miGghty session, In a Fpub they call Dick DaFrbys
ACll got drunk be hCalf past three, To sCober up, Went swiCmming in the sea
BGack to the digs for the sprGuce up, And while waiFtin' for the roFsie
We aCll drew up our pClan, Oh, The crCaic was ninety Gin the Isle of MCan
That nCight we went to the TeCxas Bar, And cCame back down be hCorse and car
MGet Big Jim and we aGll went in, To drFink some wine in YaFtes's
The LivCerpool girls, CIt was said, Were aCll to be met in The DoCuglas Head
McSGhane was there in a tGie and shirt, With the forFeign girls he was trFyin' to flirt
Sayin', HCey girls I'm yer mCan, Oh, The crCaic was ninety Gin the Isle of MCan C
WhCacker fancied hCis good looks, With an ICsle of Man woman Che was struck
The LivGerpool lad was Gby her side, As he was thrFowin' the jar inFto her
WhCacker thought he'd tCake a chance, So he aCsked the quare wan oCut to dance
RoGund the floor they steGpped it out, To WhFack it was no boFther
EverytChin' was goin' ta pClan, Oh, The crCaic was ninety Gin the Isle of MCan
The ICsle of Man woman fanCcied Whack
Yer mCan stood there, 'Til his heCads came back
And whGack, They all whacked inGta Whack, And WhFack was landed Fon his back
The DoCuglas force arrCived as well, LaCnded a couple a bCelts as well
And enGded up in the DouGglas Jail, UnFtil the Dublin bFoat did sail
DeCported every mCan, Oh, The crCaic was ninety Gin the Isle of MCan
9.
Galtee Mountain Boy
Key: CMediumC
G
F
CGFCCGCC
CCGCFGCC
CCGCFGCC
CGFCCGCC
(as the last line of last verse or after last verse repeat last line;
swap 2nd last C chord with F
and last bar of C single strum or root note... or just do your own thing)
chord repetition: first and last the same... 2 middle the same
Lyric variation: I like to sing: Fare "thee" well to Tipp...
timing stays the same as Fare Thee become two 1/8 notes instead of fare as a 1/4 note
I Cjoined the Gfly- ing Fcol- Cumn in Cnine- Gteen six-Cteen C
In CCork with CSean GMoy- Clan, in FTipperary Gwith Dan CBreen C
A-Crre- sted Cby free Gstat- Cers and Fsen- Gtenced for Cto dieC
CGFCCGCC
We Cwent a-Gcross the Fvall- Ceys and Co'er the Ghill- tops Cgreen C
Where we Cmet with CDin- ny GLa- Ccey, Sean FHo- gan Gand Dan CBreen C
Sean CMoy- lan Cand his Ggall- ant Cmen they Fkept the Gflag flying Chigh C
CGFCCGCC
We Ctracked the GDub- lin Fmoun- Ctains we were Crebels Gon the Crun C
Though Chun- ted Cnight and Gmor- Cning we were Foutlaws Gbut free Cmen C
We Ctracked the CWick- low Gmoun- Ctains as the Fsun was Gshin- ing Chigh C
CGFCCGCC
I Cbid fare-Gwell to Fold CClon-mel that I Cnever Gmore will Csee C
And Cto the CGal- tee Gmoun- Ctain that Foft times Gshel- tered Cme C
The Cmen who Cfought for their Gli- ber-Cty and who Fdied with-Gout a Csigh C
May their Ccause be Gne'er for-Fgo- Ctten said the CGal- tee Gmoun- Ctain boy C
10.
Fairytale Of New York
Key: FMediumF
C
G
Am
FCGCGAmG
It was Christmas Eve, babe, in Cthe drunk tank, F
an old man said, "SonC, I won't see another one." G
And then he sang a sonCg, ?The Rare Old Mountain Dew?, F
I turned my eyes awayC, and I thought about you. G C G
I got on a lucky Cone, came in at 18 to 1, F
I've got a feelinCg this year's for me and you. G
So Happy Christmas, alCways love you baby, F
there's going to be good times whCen all our dreams come true. G C G
They've got cars big Cas bars, they've got rivers of gold, F
but the wind bClows right through you, it's no place for the old. G
When I first toCok your hand on a cold Christmas Eve, G
hope, I told Cyou that Broadway was Fwaiting for me. G C
You were Chandsome and pretty, queen of New York city,
when the band finiCshed playing, the croFwd howled for more.G C
SinaCtra was swinging, and the crowd they were singing,
so we kisseCd on the corner and dFanced round the fGloor. C
And the boys frFom the New York police choir were singin' Galway Bay, C Am
and the bells Cwere ringin' ouFt on ChristGmas Day. C
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I could have been someoneC and so could anyone, F
I took my dreams froCm you when I first met you. G
I kept them with me, Cbabe, and I put them with my own, F
I can't make it all alonCe, I've built my dreams around you. G C G
You're a bum, yoCu're a punk you're an aul hoor on junk, F
lyin' therCe on the drip nearly dead in the bed. G
You scumbagC, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot,
Happy Christmas mCe arse, I would rFather be dead. G C
And the boys frFom the New York police choir were singin' Galway Bay, C Am
and the bells Cwere ringin' ouFt on ChristGmas Day. F C F G
I love you baby, F
I've got a feelingC this year's to me and you. G
So Happy Christmas, alCways love you baby, F
there's going to be good times whCen all our dreams come true. G C G
So, Happy Christmas, IC love you, baby.