Mary Clare Malloy American Wake chords

[INTRO]
[N.C.]A stor mo chroi when you're far away
[N.C.]From the home you will soon be leaving

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[VERSE]
My [Am]name is Mary Clare Malloy, I was [G]born in County [Am]Cork
At 18 years of age I sailed for the [Em]shores of old New [Am]York
With seven hundred picture brides, [Em]torn 'tween hope and [Am]fear
At last we spied Manhat[F]tan and the [G]famous Isle of [Am]Tears

[VERSE]
My first taste of the New World turned to [G]ashes very [Am]fast
The ones who entered freely were from [Em]first and second [Am]class
We steerage folk remained on board, as [Em]if we were ex[Am]iles
The captain turned the [F]ship around and [G]sailed to Ellis [Am]Isle

[VERSE]
We disembarked and stood in line with [G]chalk marks on our [Am]coats
X for mental illness, if [Em]E, back on the [Am]boat
They asked us what our breeding was, [Em]could we read or [Am]write?
The sound of women weep[F]ing at the [G]dormitories at [Am]night

[VERSE]
My best friend was deported back to a [G]poor Killea [Am]home
Another sent to Swinburne Isle, died of [Em]cholera, a[Am]lone
The rest of us were shipped to trains, [Em]bound for Midwest [Am]states
To wild and stormy prairie [F]lands and [G]our prospective [Am]mates

[VERSE]
He's American [G]primitive [Am]man
In an American [G]primitive [Am]land
[C]Irish [G]eyes and [F]calloused [Am]hands
American [G]primitive [Am]man

[OUTRO]
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