Quare Things In Dublin chords

There's qu[G]are things in Du[G]blin, Bet[G]ween Howth and Cru[G]mlin
D[C]own in Rin[G]gsend there's a [Am]five legged c[D]at
And a t[G]hree-legged do[G]nkey, A t[G]wo-headed mo[G]nkey
There's no[C]thing so qu[G]are, As this f[D]our-faced old cl[G]ock

There's a cl[G]ock in old Du[G]blin, That st[G]ands on a ste[G]eple
Pr[C]oud and er[G]ect, With four f[Am]aces so t[D]all
While o[G]ne of them s[G]ays, You are l[G]ate, It's dece[G]iving
The ot[C]her one s[G]ays, It's a qua[D]rter to f[G]our
And you r[G]un down the r[C]oad, And he gr[G]ins as you hu[D]rry [D]
When j[G]ust round the co[C]rner, You l[G]ook in sur[D]prise
It's [G]not quite the s[G]ame, As it w[G]as on the l[G]ast street
T[C]his bloody blac[G]kguard is, Tel[D7]ling me l[G]ies

There's qu[G]are things in Du[G]blin, Bet[G]ween Howth and Cru[G]mlin
D[C]own in Rin[G]gsend there's a [Am]five legged c[D]at
And a t[G]hree-legged do[G]nkey, A t[G]wo-headed mo[G]nkey
There's no[C]thing so qu[G]are, As this f[D]our-faced old cl[G]ock

There's a h[G]alf hour to sp[G]are, Now, H[G]ow will I k[G]ill it
I'll [C]nip up the r[G]oad, Hop [Am]in for a j[D]ar
With the ch[G]imes of f[G]our bells, I look b[G]ack in amaz[G]ement
H[C]is other s[G]ide, Sure, has g[D]one past the h[G]our
There's a le[G]sson in l[C]ife, To a[G]dopt and inte[D]rpret
It ap[G]plies to all pe[C]ople, Rega[G]rdless their r[D]ace
Oh, D[G]on't put your tr[G]ust, Or your fa[G]ith in a pe[G]rson
If som[C]etimes they s[G]eem, To have m[D7]ore than one f[G]ace

There's qu[G]are things in Du[G]blin, Bet[G]ween Howth and Cru[G]mlin
D[C]own in Rin[G]gsend there's a [Am]five legged c[D]at
And a t[G]hree-legged do[G]nkey, A t[G]wo-headed mo[G]nkey
There's no[C]thing so qu[G]are, As this f[D]our-faced old cl[G]ock

There's qu[G]are things in Du[G]blin, Bet[G]ween Howth and Cru[G]mlin
D[C]own in Rin[G]gsend there's a [Am]five legged c[D]at
And a t[G]hree-legged do[G]nkey, A t[G]wo-headed mo[G]nkey
There's no[C]thing so qu[G]are, As this f[D]our-faced old cl[G]ock