Beeswing Chords by Christy Moore

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I was a'airin' when I came to town, they call it the summer of love,
Burnin' babies, burnin' [E] flags, the hawks [G] against the dove.
[A] I took a job at a steamin' away down on Caltram Street,
And I fell in love with a laundry girl [E] that was workin' [D] next to me.
_ [A] Brown hair zigzagged around her face and a look of half surprise,
Like a fox caught in the headlights, [E] there was animal [D] in her eyes.
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[A] She said to me, can't you see, I'm not the factory kind,
And if you don't take me out [E] of here, [D] I'll lose my mind.
[F#m] She was a rare thing, fine [A] as a bee's wing,
_ So [C#m] fine a breath of wind might [D] blow her away.
_ [F#m] She was a lost child, [A] she was runnin' wild,
She [F#m] said so long [E] as there's no price [D] on the vile stay,
_ _ [Bm] You wouldn't want [E] me any [D] other way.
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[A] We busked her down to market towns, fruit pickin' down in Kent,
We could tinker pots and [E] pans and knives [D] wherever we went.
[A] We were campin' down the Gower one time and the work was mighty good,
She wouldn't wait for the [E] harvest, I [D] thought we should.
_ [A] I said to her, we'll settle down and get a few acres dug,
With a fire burnin' in the heart [E] and babbies [D] on the rug.
_ _ [F#m] She said, oh man, you foolish man, [E] that surely [A] sounds like hell,
_ You might be lord of [E] half the world, you'll not own [D] me as well.
[F#m] She was a rare thing, [A] fine as a bee's wing,
[F#m] So fine [Em] a breath of wind [D] might blow her away. _
[F#m] She was a lost child, [A] she was runnin' wild,
She said so long [E] as there's no price [D] on the vile stay, _
_ [Bm] You [E] wouldn't want me [D] any other _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] way.
We were drinkin' more in those days, our tempers reached a pitch,
Like a fool I let her run away, then [E] she took the ram [D] the niche,
[A] And the last I heard she's livin' rough, back in the Derby beat,
With a bottle of white horse in [E] her pocket, a [Bm] wolfhound at her feet.
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They said that she got married once to a man called Romany Brown,
Even a gypsy [E] caravan was too much [D] like settlin' down.
_ [F#m] They say her roses faded, [E] rough weather [A] and hard bulls,
_ [D] Maybe [A] that's the price [E] you pay for the chains [D] that you refuse.
[F#m] She was a rare thing, [A] fine as a bee's wing,
[F#m] And I miss [E] her more than ever [D] words can say,
[F#m] If I could just taste [A] all of her wildness now,
[F#m] If I [E] could hold her in [D] my arms today,
_ _ [B] I wouldn't [E] want her [D] any other way. _ _ _ _
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[F#m] If I could [E] hold her in my [D] arms today, _
[Bm] I wouldn't [E] want her any [D] other way. _
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