Chords for Tim O'Brien "Fiddlers Green & Pretty Fair Maiden"

Fiddler's Green [G] is the _ sort of a legend _ _ _ _ _ of a mythical, it's a myth, it's a nirvana [D] that
the, you know, [G] a paradise that the old seafaring men, the _ seafaring men, _ _ _ _ not the pirates though,
the good seafaring men, _ _ _ _ _ they were the ones, if they died, they would, instead of going
to Davy Jones' locker, they would go to Fiddler's Green where there was beautiful music playing
on the square and food growing on the trees and beautiful women dancing and your cup is always full.
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_ _ _ Fiddler's Green. _ _
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_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
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_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [D] _ [G] It's a sad tale I'll [D] tell you of, a sad a man's life, how his love for the high seas,
it [Em] cost him his wife.
[G] I've told you my story, [D] I'm sure you'll agree, [G] it's not but pure folly when [Em] a man goes to sea.
_ _ [D] _ [G] Just a young lad of twenty, [D] I was corn-angled [G] ass, full of innocent beauty, with style and with [Em] class.
[G] But the ships in the harbor, [D] they beckoned, it [G] seemed I was o'er by the [D] trade winds to
find [Em] Fiddler's Green.
_ _ [D] _ [G] And when first I went sailing, how a young girl did cry, but the lord of the trade winds
could not be [Em] denied.
_ [G] Oh she vowed to be faithful [D] as my ship sailed [G] away, she would marry another [D] one year from [Em] that day.
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Yo ho ho [D] Fiddler's Green, [G] me the king young sailor [D] with all of your dreams.
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Yo ho ho [D] she's calm and serene, [Em] the gentleman awaits you on Fiddler's Green. _ _
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Now I've sailed many oceans since I left Boston [G] town and my hair has turned [D] silver that was
once just [Em] nut brown.
[G] From London to Bombay and [Gb] points in between, [G] I was always in [E] search of this [Em] Fiddler's Green.
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[G] Do you young lads not [D] courting, pretty maiden so [G] fair, should you hear those trade winds
let me [Em] warn you beware.
_ [G] Go marry your young girl, [D] raise your corn and your beans, [G] don't waste your young manhood
on [Em] Fiddler's Green.
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[G] Yo ho ho [D] Fiddler's Green, [G]
me the king young sailor with all [D] of your dreams. _
[G] Yo ho ho she's calm [D] and [Em] serene, the gentleman awaits you on [Em] Fiddler's Green.
[C] Yo [G] ho ho [D] Fiddler's Green, [G] me the king young sailor with all [D] of your dreams.
[G] Yo ho ho she's calm [D] and serene, [Em] the gentleman awaits [D] you on [Em] Fiddler's Green.
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That tale I tell you of a sailor man's life, how his love for the high seas [D] had cost [Em] him his wife. _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ I just thought [Cm] of another update but it's more of like from the 40s or the 60s.
Turn on buddy [Bb] turn on. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ I'd like to tune up because you probably care. _
_ _ _ [E] Here's an old ballad, a [C] timeless one folks, Hoping the Troops Come Back Home.
That's basically the gist of [Bb] this next song.
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Pretty fair maid was in her garden, [Gm] when a stranger [G] came a [Bb]-ridin' by.
He came up to [F] the girl and called her, said [F] pretty fair maid would you [Bb] be my bride.
She said I have a true love who's in the army, _ and he's [F] been gone for seven long [Bb] years.
If he's gone for [Eb] seven years longer, [F] _ I'll still be _ [Bb] waiting for him here.
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[Bb] _ _ _ Perhaps he's on some water goes drowning, [G] perhaps he's on some battlefield [Bb] sling.
Perhaps he's too _ [Eb] fair a girl to marry, _ [F] I love the girl [Bb] that married him.
If he's drowned I hope he's [F] happy, or if he's on some battlefield sling.
And if he's too [Eb] fair a girl to marry, _ [F] I love the girl that married him. _ _ _
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_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ He pulled his hand out of his pocket, [C] and on [Gm] his finger [C] he wore a [Bb] golden ring.
And when she saw [Eb] that band a-shinin', a [F] brand new _ song her heart did sing.
Then he threw his arms all around her, and kisses _ gave her one too sweet. _
Said I'm your [Bb] true and [Eb] loving soldier, let's [F] come back _ home to marry thee.
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Pretty fair maid was all in the garden, when a [Gm] stranger [Cm] came a-ridin' [Bb] by.
He came up to the [Eb] gate and called her, said [F] pretty fair _ maid would [Bb] you be my bride.