The Stillwater Hobos — The Girls In Old Ireland

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Well the Girls in Old Ireland they come to me 
                               A
Bloody shillelagh clubs for to set me free 
Bm 
I said my lady’s fair won’t you listen to me 
          G                D
And I’ll bring you to your bonnie lass.
   D
In fifty-two the hunger took us by surprise 
                            A
Water fell into my mother’s crying eyes 
   Bm 
We wailed just like the doves in the morning cries 
        G                  D
And the crops were sick in harvest time. 

       D
But my mother she was wise and she raised me well 
                                      A
She told me all the things that there was to tell 
Bm 
Precious you sure listen cause you need me now 
       G               D
In the years to come I won’t be there.
     D
Just take a hard shillelagh in your hands so strong 
                                A
Always hold it gently when they do you wrong 
    Bm 
But when you hear John Henry’s solemn hammer song 
    G                      D
God give you strength like turpentine. 

    D
And darling you’re a peach tree in the summer sun 
                                   A
With bonnie little branches always on the run 
         Bm 
And when cold winds shake your branches like a crooked gun 
G                D
I’ll be there my cherub son.
       D
Like a mockingbird who laughs because there’s someone there 
                                A
To wonder if they ever would discover where 
     Bm 
He's hiding in the trees without a worried care 
G                 D
Streetcars in the alleyway. 

         D
Well the Girls in Old Ireland they come to me 
                                          A
Let their bloody kings and clubs be their melodies
  Bm 
A whiskey-fog still burning in my memory 
G              D
Scattered all along the grass.

		
    

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