Chords for Louise Morrissey Old Bog Road

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My feet [A] are here [D] on Broadway, _ _ _ this blessed _ [A] _ _
harvest _ morn. _
[Em] But oh, [A] the ache [D] that's in [Bm] them for [Em] the place [A] where I [D] was born. _ _
My weary [A] _
hands [D] are _ _ blistered from working [A] _
cold [E] and heat.
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[Em] But oh, [A] to swing [D] _ aside [Bm] today through [Em] a field [A] of _ [D] Irish _ wheat. _
Had I [G] the chance [D] to wander back, [G] our _ [Em] own Kings [A] of _ old. _
[D] I'd rather see [G] the _ Hawthorn [Ab] tree [A] and the _ old _ [D] cotton roll. _ _ _
My mother _ [A] _
died [D] last _ springtime _ when _ [A] Ireland's fields were green. _ _
[Em] The neighbours [A] _
said [D] her waking _ _ [Bm]
was [Em] the finest [A] _
ever [D] _ seen. _
There were _ _ [A] snowdrops and _ [D] _ _ primroses, _ piled high [A] beside her _ bed. _
[Em] And _ [A] Fern's church [D] was crowded _ [Bm] _
when [Em] her funeral [A] _
mass [D] was _ said. _
But here [G] was I [D] on Broadway, _ _
_ [G] building _ [Em] bricks [A] by _ load.
When [D] they carried _ out [G] her coffin [Abm] down [A] the _ old _ [D] bog road. _ _ _
_ Now _ _ _
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_ _ _ [A] life's a weary [D] puzzle, _ _ _ past _ [A] finding out by man. _ _
[Em] I'll take [A] the day for [D] _ what it's [Bm] worth [Em] and do the [A] _
best [D] I can. _ _
Since no one [A] _
cares [D] a rush for me, what need [A] for me to _ moan. _
[Em] I'll go [A] my way [D] and draw [Bm] my pay [Em] and smoke [A] my pipe [D] alone. _ _ _
Each human [G] _
heart [D] must bear its grief, the [G] bitter _ [Em] _
be [A] the load. _
So [D] _ God be _ with [G] you _ [Ab] Ireland _ [A] and the _ old bog [D] road. _ _
So _ God be with [G] you _ _ [Ab] Ireland _ _ _ and [A] the _ _ _ old _ _ [D] bog road.
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