Chords for P.J. Murrihy - Horses & Plough

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_ Many the breezes that blow in the spring, _ _ [A] _ [E] Sweeter the sound [C#m] that the song should [B] sing,
[E] I sigh for a sight that I seldom [A] see now, [E] A man in the field with [B] his horses [E] and plough.
_ _ _ _ Farewell to the days of my youth long ago, [A] When I harnessed [E] my team [C#m] near the barn [B] below,
Then [E] away to the highland beside Cora [A] Rown [E] To tear the hard green sod [B] with horses [E] and plough. _ _ _
_ _ Invoking a blessing I started my day, [A] A year [E] and another, [C#m] that's what I would [B] say,
_ [E] _ Asking for guidance to keep my know [A]-how, And plough straight for all [B] with horses [E] and plough.
_ _ Then up at the headland, every once in a while, _ [A] I rested [E] my body [C#m] on aching [B] weath tile,
[E] With the sleeve of my shirt wiped the sweat [A] from my brow,
[E] As I gazed at the warmth of [B] my horses [E] and plough. _ _ _
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_ _ But [E] the clatter of tractors, _ pollution and all,
[A] Has crippled the cockle, [C#m] and sad was [B] its paw,
[E] While far away, O Peck, we reached [A] Ligandau, [E] Not counting the value [B] of horses [E] and plough. _ _ _
Very soon I'll be called from this valley of woe,
[A] For the fair [E] fields of heaven [C#m] I hope I [B] will go,
[E] One request of St.
Peter that I hope [A] he'll allow,
_ [E] Eternal _ employment _ [B] with horses and plough. _ _ _ _ _
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