Chords for Inchicore Wake

There was Chester, Herswell, and [C] Aldo [G] Sartini, _ [B] His twin [G] saddled bike, a black Market and Wales, _
Into Stickfoots and Church Street, [C] the old Hen [G] and Chicken, _
_ _ [C] Kept the Inch a [G]-corn use, [D] Molly Sonnix [G] was dead.
_ _ _ When we got word, Dolly Fawcett had joined her, _
_ [B] All [G] the pub mourned [A] when [C] Eugene played taps,
[G] _ For them ladies of Dublin [C] made life half [G] worth living,
_ [C] They carried no [G] stories, [D] never threw [G] any maps,
_ _ [D] The old ways of Dublin are passing [G] and fading,
_ _ [C] Some [Am] people vanish while their [D] names linger on, _
[G] With a rub and a relic [C] and an act of [G] _
conservation,
_ [C] All blamed [G] on the gargle [D] and [G] Mushat's old ban, _ _ _ _
_ _ Rookshin's Murray was weeping, [C]
the tyre barrel was [G] keening,
_ _ [C] Jocks [G] rebugled [A] the last [C] post for hours, _
[G] While Bigamy O'Keefe [C] and the Black [G] Paddy meddler,
_ [C] With cluffies [G] were talking, [D] headstones [G] and flowers,
_ [D] They came in their hundreds [C] like shollies [G] with mascarettes, _
[C] Men dressed [Am] in their best, [A] out of the [D] ponceaux,
_ [G] Sure to smell the [C] motballs and once hear [G] greetings,
_ [C] The music [G] of love [D] on our sad [G] city streets,
_ [D] The old ways of Dublin [C] are [G] passing and fading,
_ [C] Some [Am] people vanish [A] while their names [D] linger on, _
[G] With a rub and a relic [C] and an act [G] of conservation,
_ _ [C] All blamed [G] on the gargle [A] and [G] Mushat's old ban, _ _ _ _ _
_ That evening we gargled, [C] we hustled [G] and argued,
[C] We sang [G] songs and hymns [A] that we barely [C] half knew,
_ [G] For them ladies of Dublin, [C] them dollies [G] and mollies,
[C] Our tears [G] flowed freely, _ begrudges were few,
_ _ _ [D] President Kylie came [G] in from Drumcandra,
_ [C] With a man [A]-capper crew and a brave [D] soldier's song,
We [G] were all broken hearted, for the [G] dear dead departed,
_ [C] At the [G] Inchicore wake in [D] the days [G] that are gone, _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] The old ways of Dublin [C] are [G] passing and fading,
_ [C] Some [A] people vanish while their names [D] linger on, _
With [G] a rub and a relic [C] and an act of [G] conservation,
All [C] blamed on the gargle and [G] Mushat's old ban.
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