Chords for Irish Moutarde - A Lad and a Hag

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[Bb] _ _ [F] _ [Bb] One day feeling quite [Eb]
alone, [Bb] wishing for a last [F] fair and gay,
[Bb] I met an ugly [Eb] crow [F] slowly coming [Bb] my way.
Her hair was long and [Eb] white, and [Bb] her shoulders were [F] all bent.
She [Cm] was such a [Gm] pitiful sight, [Ab] mumbling to herself as [F] she went.
I [Eb] said, oh [Bb] my good lad, [Eb] will you give me [F] a kiss?
_ [Eb] A groom like you [Bb] I want sad, [F] and love I sorely miss.
If [Eb] you kiss me, I'm [Bb] further sad, [Eb] I will change into [F] a lad.
With a [Cm] fair and pretty [Gm] head, and a [Bb] mouth drooling, [Eb] la la la.
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_ _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ I thought I had nothing [Eb] to lose, to [Bb] find out if her [F] words were true,
[Bb] and that something in me [Eb] had grew.
[C] But there's one thing I had [Bb] to do, jump in my [Eb] discriminator's rise.
[Bb] That easy [F] winner reach, [C] I held my breath and [G] closed my eyes,
[Ab] and put a kisser [F] on the cheek.
When I asked the moment [Bb] to go, [Eb] to know a fair girl [F] young and fair,
[Ebm] tell her lips were [Bb] white as snow, and [F] shining like gold was her hair.
[Eb] Very soon we were [Bb] groomed and tried, and [Eb] we were giddy [F] with delight.
[C] A-planning my love [G] by my side, every day and [Eb] every night.
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[F] _ _ _ _ _ But [Bb] soon she showed her [Eb] black heart, [Bb] always ordering [F] me around,
keeping [Bb] me and my friends [Eb]
apart, [F] growling at me like [Bb] a bloodhound.
One day I was [Eb] fed up, and [Bb] at last I walked [F] down the hall,
[Cm] and since then raised a lonely [Gm] club, for [Ab] I had no friends [F] anymore.
_ [Bb] Leaving her I did not regret, for her breath had made me feel [F] sad.
[Bb] I wish I'd played the day I met, long [F] ago that crazy old hag.
[Bb] One day feeling quite alone, wishing for a last [F] fair hand's day,
a [Cm] young lad that [G] never grew old, [Bb] slowly coming his way. _ _ _ _
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