Chords for The Auld Triangle - The Dubliners (Ciaran Bourke's Final Appearance)

_ _ The lament for Brendan Behan. _ _
_ It all was called The Lament for Brendan Behan.
Now, Ciarán, in your own time.
Sad, solemn notes,
And crates of newly drawn stout,
The usual symptoms when a life goes out,
But the extinction this time being seven times the most,
The music held no echo,
And the tears drowned our toast.
Sorrow and bereavement, life has no meaning now,
Silence is master, laughter and song bowed,
For gone went our great captain to some more hospitable inn,
Where captain hypocrisy can no longer embarrass. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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A [D] _ _ _ [E] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ hungry [A] feeling _ came o'er me _ _ [Bm] steelin',
And the mice were squealin' in me prison _
[D] cell,
And the old triangle _ _ went jingle _ -jangle.
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[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ To begin the mornin' the screw was _ ballin',
Get up [A] your bousy and clean up [Bm] your cell,
And the [A] old triangle [Dm] _ _ went [D] jingle _ -jangle.
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_ _ _ _ [G] Now the screw was [A] peepin' as the lie [D] lay _ sleepin',
Dreaming about his good old cell,
And the old triangle _ went jingle _ [D] _ -jangle. _ _ _
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_ Up in the female prison _ [C]
there are seventy-five [N] women,
And among them now I wish I did dwell, _ _ _
And the old triangle _ went jingle _ -jangle.
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