Chords for Luke Kelly Dublin-Ronnie Drew Nelson's Farewell

_ We had to preface a little song that we sang about Nelson.
And we were looking through some books of poetry, Irish poetry.
And we came across a poem by Louis MacNeice, poet,
and as it turns out, prophet.
_ _ _ A poem called Dublin, just simply Dublin.
And this is the first verse of the poem.
_ _ Is that recorded, Matt? _ _ _
Gray brick upon brick. _ _
The clamor three bronze on somber pedestals.
O'Connell, _ Grattan, _ North. _
And brewery tubs and swans on the balustraded stream.
And the bare bones of a fan light _ over a hungry door.
_ _ And a soft wind on the cheek.
And porter from the taps with heads of yellow cream.
And Nelson on his pillar watching his world collapse. _ _ _ _ _
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Our colonel admiral Nelson is no longer in the air.
_ Toodle-oo, [A] toodle-oo, toodle [D]-oo.
_ _ _ On the eighth day of March, at Dublin city fair.
Toodle-oo, toodle-oo, toodle-oo.
_ _ [A] From his stand of stones and mortar,
people passing through the quarter,
well, it's _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ a single [G] _ celebration.
It's a service to the nation.
[D] So, colonel [A] admiral Nelson, [D] to the floor.
_ _ Oh, 50 pounds of jellied light that spread upon his way.
Toodle-oo, [A]
toodle [D]-oo, _ _ _ _ toodle-oo.
The lady's cash wouldn't get to him today. _
Toodle-oo, [A] toodle-oo, toodle-oo.
[D] _ _ _
[A] In Trafalgar Square at night,
to name admiral Nelson standing there,
with _ antioirists for what they [D] imbue.
_ So, the Dublin [G] Acclamation and Stoke _ deliberation,
[D] for the boys of [A] Ireland show them [D] with you.
_ _ A hundred and fifty-seven years it stood up there in state.
_ Toodle-oo, [A] toodle-oo, toodle [D]-oo.
_ _ To Mark L.
Nelson's victory, oh, the French and Spanish fleet.
Toodle-oo, [A] toodle-oo, [D] toodle-oo.
_ [A] One, one, thirty in the morning, _ _ _
L.
Nelson took a powder [D] and he blew. _ _
Oh, and last day [G] at his station,
the Spanish fire station.
The [D] toodle-oo, [A] _ [D] _ _ _
_ all the Russians and the Yanks,
with the lunar probes they play.
Toodle-oo, [A] toodle-oo, [D] toodle-oo.
_ When he hit, shh, shh, _ _ _ _ _ shh.
Toodle-oo, toodle [A]-oo, toodle-oo. _
[D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ To Mark L.
Nelson's victory, [D] oh, the French and Spanish _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ fleet.
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