The Irish Rovers - The Crockery Ware Chords

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A young man lived in Belfast [Bb] town, and he [F] courted a [C] girl called Sally Brown.
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He asked her [Gm] for a [C] favour [F] bright, that [G] he might [C] sleep with her all [F] night.
Whack for the [Bb] little dumb and idle [C] day!
Whack for the [F] little dumb and idle day!
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Well, [Bb] this firm [F] maid she gave [Bb] consent, and [F] straight up [C] to her room she [F] went.
Well, [Bb] this firm [F] maid she gave [Bb] consent, and [F] straight up to her room she went.
And in the [Gm] room there [C] was a [F] chair, [G] and under the [C] chair was a crockery [F] ware.
Whack for the [Bb] little dumb and idle [C] day!
Whack for [F] the little dumb and idle day!
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_ The young man he got up in [Bb] the night, he was looking [C] for his heart's [F] delight.
The young man he got up in [Bb] the night, he was [C] looking [F] for his heart's delight.
His [Dm] foot did [Gm] slip, I [C] do [F] declare, and [G] he tumbled [C] into the crockery [F] ware.
Whack for [Bb] the little dumb and idle [C] day!
Whack for the [F] little dumb and idle day!
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_ [Bb] Her mother [F] she got up in the night, [Bb] and ran [F] upstairs with [C] a [F] candlelight.
She _ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] said, young [Gm] man, what [C] do you [F] there?
[G] I'm breaking [C] all my crockery [F] ware.
Whack for the little dumb [Bb] and idle [C] day!
Whack for [F] the little dumb and idle day!
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They [Bb] called for [F] the police at the break of [Bb] day, to see what [C] this young man would [F] pay.
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_ [Dm] paid nine [Gm] pounds for the [C] crockery [F] ware, [G] and nine pounds [C] ten for the damned old [F] chair.
Whack for [Bb] the little dumb [F] and idle [C] day!
Whack for [F] the little dumb and idle day!
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_ Come all you wild and rumbling [Bb] sparts, that love to [F] wander [C] in the [F] dark.
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Don't [Dm] bang your [Gm] shins [C] against the [F] chair, or [G] break the [C] idle and crockery [F] ware.
Whack for the [Bb] little dumb and idle [C] day!
Whack for the [F] little dumb and idle _ _ [Bb] _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _
day!
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