Chords for Irish Moutarde - The Wearing of the Green

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_ _ _ For the [F] wearing of the green, [Cm] for the wearing of the green, [Ab] the hanging men and women, for the wearing of the green.
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[Cm] _ _ _ [Db] Oh, _ [Ab] _ _
[Bb] _ _ [Ab] _ _ Father dear, when did you [Eb] hear the news that's going [Db] round?
Sam Rock [Abm] is filed off for [Eb] bid to grow [Ab] on Irish ground.
St.
Patrick's Day, no more, [Eb] we keep it, colour can be seen.
[Db] For the hanging [Abm] men and women, [Eb] for the wearing [Ab] of the green.
I met Miss Navratani [Eb] and it took me by the [Db] _ _ [Ab] heart, I let her loose, she said.
She's the most stressful [Eb] country that you've ever seen.
[Db] For the hanging [Ab] men and women, [Eb] for the wearing [Ab] of the green.
[Db] For the wearing of the green, [Ab] for the wearing of the green, [Db] the hanging [Ab] men and women, [Eb] for the wearing of the green.
And [Eb] if the colour we must wear is England's cruel red,
[Db] Sure [C] Ireland's not going to [Bb] forget the blood that [Ab] they have shed.
You [Eb] may take the shamrock from your hat and cast it down the [Db] thresh.
But we'll take [C] fruit and flourish [Bb] and go on the [Ab] front this [Bb] round.
My father loved this country and [F] it's with prominent [Eb] dread.
But I have [F] wanted and more, but never [Bb] proved him right.
Look, there's me mother's child for [F] me, I'm free that day have been.
[Bb] But we have proof to prove her, for the wearing of the green.
[Eb] For the wearing of the green, [Bb] for the wearing of the green, [Eb] the hanging [Bb] men and women, for the wearing of the green.
[Eb] For the wearing of the green, [Bb] for the wearing of the green, [Eb] the hanging [F] men and women, for the wearing [Bb] of the green.
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[C] _ _ _ [Bb] And if that love of colour's [F] turned into a smile and fire,
[Bb] Her sons will dream it's more of [F] more than they hold [Bb] in one heart.
I hear the whisper of the [F] lamb that lets me off to sleep.
[Eb] Where the rich and [Bb] poor, they did dwell in the land where they played.
Oh Ireland must believe in [F] living by and by [Eb] man.
But see the [Bb] modest dress and proper trade are just a plant.
Where cruel dress and meek [F] will mark his feet.
[Bb] And if that's [F] unwitting, then thy still wearing [Bb] on his feet.
[Eb] For the wearing of the green, [Bb] for the wearing of the green, the hanging men and women, for the wearing of the green.
[Eb] For the wearing of the green, [Bb] for the wearing of the green, the hanging men and women, for the wearing of the green.
[Eb] For the wearing of the [Bb] green, for the wearing [F] of the green, [Eb] the hanging men [Dm] and women, for [Cm] the wearing of [Bb] the green. _ _ _
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