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b III | Ab |
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V | C |
b VI | Db |
b VII | Eb |
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The
Fm
Ab
Eb
first
pub
we
could
stagger to
was
Fm
Ab
Eb
twelve
steps
from
the
plane.
A
Fm
Ab
Eb
virgin
flight
to
Shannontown
the
Fm
Ab
Eb
day
it
didn't
rain.
The
Fm
Ab
Eb
laughing
eyes
of
Ireland
Fm
Ab
Eb
spark-
ling
blue
and
green.
With
Fm
Ab
Eb
hair
as
black
as
Guiness
stout
and
Fm
Ab
Eb
barely
seventeen
Db
We're
back
out
on
the
Cobblestones
C FLAT_THREE_MAJOR
Whiskey
drunk
and
high
again,
Bbm
liquored
up
and
gearing
up
Eb
seven
nights
in
Fm
Ab
Eb
Ireland
Fm
Ab
Eb
the
Fm
Ab
Eb
corner
booth is
waiting for
the
Fm
Ab
Eb
session to
begin
it's
Fm
Ab
Eb
quiet as a
mother's prayer,
till
Fm
Ab
Eb
we all
stumbled in.
And it's
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Ab
Eb
fifty
happy
voices
mixed
with
Fm
Ab
Eb
whistles made
of tin
And a
Fm
Ab
Eb
piper man
is
blowing
like the
Fm
Ab
Eb
North Atlantic
wind
Db
and an
Eire
island
beauty is
C FLAT_THREE_MAJOR
sawing
on the
violin
Bbm
I wonder
will she
miss
me after
Eb
seven
nights
in
Fm
Ab
Eb
Ireland
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Ab
Eb
Db
Db
Bbm
Eb
Fm
Ab
Eb
Fm
Ab
Eb
Fm
Ab
Eb
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Ab
Eb
Fm
Ab
Eb
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Ab
Eb
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Ab
Eb
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Eb
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Ab
Eb
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Eb
Db
C FLAT_THREE_MAJOR
Bbm
Eb
Fm
Ab
Eb
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Eb
Db
Db
Bbm
Eb
Fm
Ab
Eb
Fm
Ab
Eb
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Eb
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Eb
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C FLAT_THREE_MAJOR
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Eb
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Eb
Db
Db
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Eb
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Bbm
Eb
Fm
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