Chords for Orthodox Celts - St. Patrick Was a Gentleman

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_ Saint Nick was a gentleman, he came from decent people,
In Dublin, down in a village church, and on it brought his people.
His father was a Callaghan, his mother was a Grady,
His aunt was a Shaughnessy, and uncle he was Brady.
Except for Morgan, that thick-skinned, he was a saint of labour,
He gave his face an awful twist, and banished them forever. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ There's not a smile in Ireland's eye, but a dirty worm in mustard,
Where every Buddhist devote fully murdered, and encluttered.
There's a dozen of them, frogs and crabs, that dash into the water,
Enemies committed suicide, to save themselves from slaughter.
Except for Morgan, that thick-skinned, he was a saint of labour,
He gave his face an awful twist, and banished them forever. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ We shunned the three Scots, and dined with them [G] at [D] Killarney,
In the second course, when we were torn in on the ground,
Disrupting all the nation, he scared them all, and all the neighbours,
Were sent for the situation.
Except for Morgan, [G] that thick [D]-skinned,
He was a saint of labour, he gave his face [G] an awful [D] twist,
And banished them forever.
We fell [G] somewhere [D] very high, and saw the hill of Alder,
But there we held much higher still, higher than the Moser,
And it was not [G] enough, what [D] killed us, that we'd freeze to silence,
The drought of frost, [G] and flood of [D] ice, and mud is all around us.
Except for Morgan, [G] that thick-skinned, [D] he was a saint of labour,
He gave his face [G] an awful [D] twist, and banished them forever.
Except for Morgan, [G] that [D] thick-skinned, he was a saint of labour,
He gave his face [G] an awful [D] twist, and banished them forever. _ _ _ _ _ _