Chords for Christy Moore - Beeswing (Official Live Video)

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[A] Ar ais ar ais. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Well I came out here tonight with the intention _ of singing that song
especially to the memory of the late Frank Hart _
who we lost during the year, one of the great singers and great collectors
but _ _ for about the year before Frank died
every time I met up with him he always asked me to sing this next song
[E] so _ tonight Frank, here you [A] go, bye. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ I was a'rraoin when I came to town
they call it the summer of love
_ _ burning babies, burning flags, [E] the hawks against [B] the dove
I [A] took a job at the _ steaming
way down on Caltram Street
_ and I fell in love with a laundry girl that [E] was working [D] next to me _ _
her [A] brown hair zigzagged around her face
and a look of half surprise
like a fox caught in the headlights
there [E] was animal in [D] her eyes
_ _ _ [F#] she [A] said to me can't you see I'm not the factory kind
_ and if you don't take me out of [E] here
I'd lose [D] my mind _ _ _
she [F#m] was a rare thing, _ _ fine [A] as a bee's wing _ _ _
so fine a breath [B] of wind might blow [D] her away _ _ _
she [F#m] was a lost child _ _
she [A] was running wild
_ she said [F#m] so long as there's [E] no price on the [D] vilest _ day _ _ _
[Bm] you wouldn't want [E] me any [D] other way
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_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] we busked her down the market towns
through _ Dickendown and Kent _ _
we could tinker pots and pans [E] and knives [D] wherever we went
[A] we were camping down the Gower one time and the work was mighty good _ _
she wouldn't wait for the harvest
[E] _ _
I thought we [D] should
_ I _ _ [A] said to her we'll settle down and get a few acres dug
with a fire burning in the hearth [E] and babbies on [D] the rug
_ she _ [F#m] _ said oh man you foolish man [E] that surely sounds [A] like hell
_ _ you _ might be lord of half the [E] world you'll not own me [D] as well _
_ _ she [F#m] was a rare thing, _ _ [A] fine as a bee's wing
_ _ [F#m] so fine a breath [B] of wind might blow [D] her away _
_ and [F#m] she was a lost _ child
_ [A] she was running wild
she said so long as [E] there's no price on the [D] vilest day _ _
_ _ [Bm] you wouldn't want [B] me any other [D] way _ _ _
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_ [A] we were drinking more in those days
our tempers reached a pitch
like a fool I let her run away
[E] and she took the [D] ramblin' itch
and [A] the last I heard she's living rough
_ back in the Derby beat
with a bottle of white horse in her pocket [E] a wolf hound [Bm] at her feet
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_ _ [A] they said that she got married once to a man called Romany Brown
_ even a gypsy caravan [E] was too much like [D] settling down
_ _ _ _ [F#m] they say her roses faded, [E] rough weather and [A] hard _ boots _ _ _
_ maybe that's the price [E] you pay for the chains that you [D] _ _ _
refuse
oh she [F#m] was a rare thing, _ _ [A] fine as a bee's wing
_ _ [F#m] and I miss her more [E] than ever words [D] can _ say _
if I [F#m] could just test _ all [A] of her _ wildness now
_ [F#m] if I could hold [E] her in my arms [D] today
_ I _
_ [B] _ wouldn't [E] want her any [D] other way _ _ _ _
if _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
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_ _ _ _ _ [F#m] I could [E] hold her in my [D] arms today _
_ _ I _ [Bm] _ wouldn't want her [E] _ any [D] other way
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