[INTRO]
[G]
[VERSE]
At the setting of the [C]sun
When my [D]long day's work was [G]done
I went out along the [C]seashore for a walk
And I [Em]being all a[C]lone
I sat [G]down upon a [C]stone
To [G]gaze upon the [D]streets of New [G]York
[CHORUS]
[G]Erin grá mo [C]chroí
You're the [D]dear old land to [G]me
You're the fairest that my [C]eyes have ever seen
And if [Em]ever I go [C]home
From [G]you I never will [C]roam
From my [G]own dear native [D]land far a[G]way [C] [G]
[VERSE]
With the turf fire burning [C]bright
On a [D]cold, dark winter's [G]night
And the snow flakes falling [C]gently to the ground
When St. [Em]Patrick's day comes '[C]round
We'll [G]wear the shamrock [C]green
In my [G]own dear native [D]land far a[G]way
[CHORUS]
[G]Erin grá mo [C]chroí
You're the [D]dear old land to [G]me
You're the fairest that my [C]eyes have ever seen
And if [Em]ever I go [C]home
From [G]you I never will [C]roam
From my [G]own dear native [D]land far a[G]way
[INSTRUMENTAL]
[G] [C] [D] [G] [C]
[Em] [C] [G] [C] [G] [D] [G]
[VERSE]
Well, it broke my mother's [C]heart
From [D]her I had to [G]part
Will I ever see my [C]mother anymore?
When her [Em]body it is [C]laid
In the [G]cold and silent [C]grave
In my [G]own dear native [D]land far a[G]way
[CHORUS]
[G]Erin grá mo [C]chroí
You're the [D]dear old land to [G]me
You're the fairest that my [C]eyes have ever seen
And if [Em]ever I go [C]home
From [G]you I never will [C]roam
From my [G]own dear native [D]land far a[G]way
[G]
[VERSE]
At the setting of the [C]sun
When my [D]long day's work was [G]done
I went out along the [C]seashore for a walk
And I [Em]being all a[C]lone
I sat [G]down upon a [C]stone
To [G]gaze upon the [D]streets of New [G]York
[CHORUS]
[G]Erin grá mo [C]chroí
You're the [D]dear old land to [G]me
You're the fairest that my [C]eyes have ever seen
And if [Em]ever I go [C]home
From [G]you I never will [C]roam
From my [G]own dear native [D]land far a[G]way [C] [G]
[VERSE]
With the turf fire burning [C]bright
On a [D]cold, dark winter's [G]night
And the snow flakes falling [C]gently to the ground
When St. [Em]Patrick's day comes '[C]round
We'll [G]wear the shamrock [C]green
In my [G]own dear native [D]land far a[G]way
[CHORUS]
[G]Erin grá mo [C]chroí
You're the [D]dear old land to [G]me
You're the fairest that my [C]eyes have ever seen
And if [Em]ever I go [C]home
From [G]you I never will [C]roam
From my [G]own dear native [D]land far a[G]way
[INSTRUMENTAL]
[G] [C] [D] [G] [C]
[Em] [C] [G] [C] [G] [D] [G]
[VERSE]
Well, it broke my mother's [C]heart
From [D]her I had to [G]part
Will I ever see my [C]mother anymore?
When her [Em]body it is [C]laid
In the [G]cold and silent [C]grave
In my [G]own dear native [D]land far a[G]way
[CHORUS]
[G]Erin grá mo [C]chroí
You're the [D]dear old land to [G]me
You're the fairest that my [C]eyes have ever seen
And if [Em]ever I go [C]home
From [G]you I never will [C]roam
From my [G]own dear native [D]land far a[G]way
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