Chords for Irish Rovers featuring Joe Millar-Flower of Sweet Straban

Why don't you sing some real Irish songs?
Mind you, some of [Gm] our Irish songs are very old, and I say,
what do you [F] mean?
They say, [Bb] oh, well, you're not singing the real ones,
like, How Can You Buy Killarney, I'll Take You Home Again,
Kathleen, Is Your Mommy Come From Ireland, When Irish Eyes Are Smiling,
Galway Bay, Danny Boy,
_ Mavorneen, and all those.
Oh, I [N] have to tell them the dreadful news.
Those kind of Irish songs were written
in New York by Italians for their German wives. _
_ They were. _ _
_ Mind [D] you, there's some of them are beautiful songs, [G] but
we usually find it's better to leave them to [Cm] the
great Irish tenors like
Harry [Dm] Belafonte and people like that. _
[Ab] _ But you see, a lot of the [E] tunes
_ originated in Ireland.
Like, for instance,
the words of [Dm] Danny Boy were written during
the American Civil War, but [G] the tune
is much older, called the Londonderry Air.
And you'll find that in Ireland,
there exists some [D] exquisite old melodies
that [Bbm] the world has [Dm] nearly forgotten.
[Abm] And we've collected some of them, like, [Bb] on old
ballad sheets.
Old men,
before hip [G] parades and things, used to
write these songs, [E] and they would
print them up on cheap paper and
sell them around Dublin and Belfast
on what was known [G] as penny ballad sheets.
They were the [Db] hip parade books of the day.
And we'd like to keep
[G] some of those songs alive, and Joe sings some
nice ones.
This is a perfect love song.
And simple sentiments.
The [Cm] man
_ _ is just [G] missing his woman, [Eb] and
he likens [Ab] her to the
flower of the town.
[Bb] The flower
of sweet Straban.
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_ _ _ _ If I [F] were _ [Bb] king of _ Ireland
_ and all [Gm] things
at my [Cm] will
_ _ and roam [F] through
all [Ab] _ _ _ [Gm] creation,
[Cm] my _ fortune [F] to [Gm] find still.
_ _ And [Cm] the thing that [F] I
[Ab] would _ [Gm] seek the most,
[Cm] you all [F] must _ _ [Bb] understand,
_ [Gm] _ is to [Cm] win [F] the heart [Bb] of _ Martha,
_ the flower [Gm] of
sweet [Cm] Straban.
_ _ _ Her lips
[F] they [Bb] are of _ rosy red,
her _ [Gm] hair of velvet [C] brown,
_ _ [Cm] and o'er her [F] milk [Ab] white _ _ [Gm] shoulders [Cm] it _ [F] carelessly _ [Bb] rolls _ [Gm] down.
_ She [Cm] is [F] the _ [Gm] [Ab] fairest _ _ [Gm] lady
you'll [Cm] find [F] throughout [Bb] the _ [Gm] land,
and [Cm] me heart
[F] is _ _ [Bb] _ captivated by the
flower [Gm] of sweet [C] Straban.
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_ _ _ _ If I had
you [F] lovely [Bb] _
_ Martha _ way down [Gm] in _ [Cm] the shore,
_ _ or in [F] some
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lonesome [Gm] valley
[Cm] in the wild [F] woods of
[Bb] Tyrone,
_ [Gm] _ _ [Cm] I'll do [F] my best [Ab] in death
[Gm] and _ [Cm]
try [F] to work [Bb] my _ [Gm] plan
for [Cm] to win
[F] the prize [Bb] and feast
mine eyes on the
[Gm] flower of sweet
[Cm] Straban.
_ _ _ Now I'll [F] go
over [Bb] the _ _ lagoon down by
[Gm] the _ _ [Cm] steamship's tog.
_ I'm sailing [F] _ [C] to
[Ab] _ _ [Gm] America _ [Cm] whatever
_ _ [F] _ might [Bb] _ befall.
[Gm] _ _ [Cm] I'm
sailing [F] _ down [Ab] by _ [Gm] Liverpool,
_ [Cm] straight by [F] the
Isle [Bb] of Man.
[Gm] _ So [Cm]
goodbye and
[F] God bless [Bb] you _ Martha,
_ the flower [Gm] of sweet
[C] Straban.
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