A Little Pub in London Chords.avi by Barnbrack

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_ _ _ [D] _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ In the little pub in London [D]
Moriarty drank his beer, [G] and recited wondrous stories [D] of
his exploits far and near.
[G] _
"'Sing an Irish song,' [C] said Kelly.
"'Best of order, [G] one and all.'
[D] Then Moriarty sang for them the hills [G] of Donegal.
_ [D] There was cheering at the finish, and they [G] called him core and core.
[D] _ _ Moriarty said, "'Listen, [G] lads, I can't sing [C] any more.'
So he stood [G] there sad and silent, [D] and [G] gazed into his beer. _
And in his eyes there glistened [D] starting of tear.
_ _ [G] _ "'Are you going home for [D] Christmas?'
the kindly bar-mate [G] said. _
_ Moriarty [C] fixed his gaze on her, and _
[G] slowly shook his head.
_ [D] "'Sure I haven't been to Ireland now [G] for twenty years or [D] more.
My mother would [G] hardly know me if I walked up [D] to the door.'
_ _ [G] _ "'I was born,' said [C] _ Moriarty, "'on an island off [G] the west, the [D] last [G] place God created,
but the first place that he blessed.
[D] _
We were poor, but [G] we were happy in our [D] simple little way.
My [G] God, I wish I was a boy [C] again to live my youthful [G] days.
_ _ _ _ [D] My father, God be [G] good to him, was drowned one woeful [D] night, _ and my [G] mother left all lonesome, _
[D] and myself to work [G] and fight. _
So [C] with Donald Rua McCarthy and young [G] Michael Auguchie,
[D] [G] I came across to England _ to earn an honest pay.
_ [D] _
I told my dear [G] old mother I'd soon be home [D] again,
_ but the curse [G] of drink came over me [C] and enslaved me in [G] its chains.
_ _ So I [D] haven't been to Ireland now [G] for _ twenty years or more,
[D]
but I know [G] she's still there waiting _ [D] for my footsteps at [C] the door. _ _
_ _ _ _ Then someone [G] started singing, [D] see [G] amid the winter snow.
It was like an old bell ringing, [D] _
far away and [G] long ago. _ _
_ [D] Moriarty stood and listened, [G] _ _
then pushed his [C] glass away,
_ and he made [G] a solemn promise he'd [D] go home for Christmas Day.
[G] _ _ _ So he scraped [D] up every penny he could get into [G] his hand,
and coming up to [D] Christmas, he sailed for Ireland.
[G] _ _
His heart [C] was filled with gladness, and [G] he felt content at [D] last,
[G] as the train rolled through the Midlands and brought him [D]
to the West.
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In the [D] village of Kinshila, _ [G] that night upon the shore,
[C] far across the [G] deep blue waters, he [D] saw his island home once [G] more.
_ _ The [D] stars were shining brightly, _ [G] so they glistened like a [D] dome.
On that little [G] white-washed cottage _ [C] was _ Moriarty's home.
[G] _ _ _ _ "'Tis a grand night for the sailing,' said the boatman, Thomas [D] Bond.
_ _ Moriarty [G] didn't know _ he'd [D] been away so long.
_ _ [G] So they climbed into the [C] buoying, and the boatman [G] heard him say,
_ [D] "'Thank God, thank God in [G] heaven _ I'll be home [D]
for Christmas Day!'
_ [G] _ _ _ _
_ [D] In a little room in London, [G] _ _
_ _ _ [C] Moriarty's poor abode, _
[G] _ on a [D] table _ [G] in the hallway, _ _ a message lay on red.
[D] _ _ _ The [G] message said, _
"'Dear [D] Danny, _ your poor [G] mother has passed away.
[C] _ She'll be buried _ [G] in Kinshila _ [D] after [G] mass on Christmas Day.'" _ _
_ _ _ _ _ See a winter _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ snow, _ _ born for us [Eb] on _ earth below.
_ _ See _ the tender _ _ _ lamb of _ yours, _ _ promised _ from _ _ _ eternal _ _ years.
_ _ Hail, thou _ ever _ _ _ -blessed _ morn!
_ _ Hail, _ _ _ redemption's happy _ dawn!
_ _ Sing _ through all _ _ _ _ Jerusalem, _ _ Christ _ _ is born in Bethlehem. _ _
_ _ Lo, _ _ _ _ _ within _ _ a _ manger, _ _ _ _ he who built the _ _ starry _ skies,
he _ who, throned in high _ _ sublime, _ _ sits _ _ amid the _ _ _ _ cherubim. _ _ _ _
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