Chords for Ruairí Cunnane - Beeswing

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19 [F] when I came to town to call it the summer of love.
There were burning babies, burning [C] flags, the hawks [Bb] against the doves.
[F] I took a job in a steamy, down in Caldwell Street, where I fell in love with a laundry girl who was [Bb] working next to me.
She [Dm] was a rare thing, [C] as fine as a bee's wing, [D] so fine a breath of wind might blow [Bb] her away.
She [Dm] was a lost [C] child, but she was running wild.
She said, as long as there's no price in love, [Bb] I'll stay, [D] and you wouldn't want me any [Bb] other way.
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Round her, [F] zigzag around her face, a look about half surprised, like a fox caught [C] in the headlights, there was animal [Bb] in her eyes.
She said, young [F] man, oh can't you see, [Bb] I'm not the factory [F] kind, and if you don't take me out of [C] here, I'll surely [Bb] lose my mind.
[Dm] She was a rare thing, [F] as fine as a bee's wing, so fine that I might crush her where [Bb] she lay.
[Dm] She was a lost child, [C] but she was running wild.
[Dm] She said, as long as [Bb] there's no price in love, I'll [F] stay, and you [Am] wouldn't want me [Bb] any other way.
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We were camping round [F] a girl one time, her work was pretty good.
She said we shouldn't wait for [C] the frost, I thought maybe [Bb] we should.
We were drinking more in [F] those days, and temperatures reached a pitch, and like a [C] fool I let her run with [Bb] a rambling itch.
And at last I [F] heard she sleeping rough, back in the Derby beach, white horse in her hip pocket, [Cm] and a wolf hound [Bb] at her feet.
And I hear [F] she even married once a man called Romilly Brown, but even a gypsy [C] caravan was too much that [Bb] lady.
_ [Dm] She was a rare thing, [F] as fine as a bee's wing, so [C] fine that I might crush her where [Bb] she lay.
She [Dm] was a lost [C] child, [F] but she was running wild.
She said, as long as there's [Bb] no price in love, I'll [Am] stay, [F] and you wouldn't want me any [Bb] other way.
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