Исполнитель: | The Wolfetones (English) |
Пользователь: | malcolmgeorgewalker |
Длительность: | 130 секунд |
Начальная пауза: | 12 секунд |
Названия аккордов: | Не установлено |
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This song was written by John Barry Oge from County Kerry. Recorded by THE WOLFETONES (Brian Noel Tommy & Derek) and is on their album LET THE PEOPLE SING |
Capo 5 with G harp
Last D eve as I G wandered quite D near,
To the borders of G my little A farm,
A G beautiful maiden ap D peared,
Whoes lovely-ness G caused my heart's D harm,
By her daring and G love smitten sour,
And the D words from her A sweet lips that came,
To D meet her I G raced the field D o're,
But for Ireland i'd G not tell her D name.
[2]
If this D beauty but my G words would D heed
The words that I G speak would be A true,
I'd G help her in every D need,
And indeed all her G work I would D do,
To D win one fond G kiss from my love,
I'd D read her ro A mances of fame,
Her D champion I G daily would D prove,
But for Ireland I'd G not tell her D name.
[3]
There's a D beautiful stately G young D maid,
At the G nearing of my little A farm,
She's G welcoming kind una D fraid,
Her smile is both G childlike and D warm,
Her D gold hair in G masses that grows
Like D amber and A sheen is that same,
And the D bloom in her G cheeks like the D rose,
But for Ireland I'd G not tell her D name.