Chords for Jane McNamee Sings The Curragh Wrens

[F#] _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C#m] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[G#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#m] The children are crying [F#] for food, [B] sir.
_ _ It's [C#m] been days since the last had a [B] bite.
_ _ _ With the [C#m] winter wind blowing through the [B] forest, sir, _ _ _
their [C#m] _ [E] song might not last through the [G#] night.
_ _ They _ [C#m] drove _ us away from [B] the town, sir,
_ _ and out [C#m] _ here where we _ wouldn't be [B] _ seen. _ _ _
Cast [C#m] out by the good _ Christian [B] people, _ _ _ _
[C#m] like lepers, _ [E] _ unfit and _ [G#] _ unclean. _ _ _ _
They call [C#m] us the _ rents of [B] the corral. _ _ _
We [C#m] _ live and we _ die in a [B] hole. _ _ _ _
For a [C#m] penny, _ I'd give you my [B] body, _ _ _ _
[C#m] and for a tupence, _ [E] I'd sell you my [G#] _ _ _ soul. _ _
_ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
[E] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
It [C#m] wasn't for this I was [B] born, sir. _ _ _
As a [C#m] _ girl, I was _ healthy and [B] strong. _ _ _ _
I was [C#m] happy to work on the [B] land, sir, _ _ _
and [C#] I'd [E] sing like a lark all day [G#] long.
_ _ _ But the [C#m] _ _ landowner liked what he [B] saw, sir, _ _ _
and he [C#m] used me, he gave me, [B] sir. _ _ _ _
Then [C#m] cast me _ aside like a [F#] dog, [B] sir,
_ _ [E] _
without [C#m] _ even a [E] stitch of [G#] my _ own. _ _
They call [C#m] us the _ rents [F#] of the [B] corral. _ _ _
We [C#m] _ live and we _ die in a [B] hole. _ _ _ _
For [C#m] a penny, _ I'd give you my [B] body, _ _ _ _
and for [C#m] a tupence, [E] I'd sell you my [G#] _ _ soul. _ _ _
_ [C#m] _ _ If _ _ _
_ [E] _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C#m] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [G#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
you're [C#m] done with me, sir, thank you [B] kindly. _ _ _ _
[C#m] Now go back [F#m] to your God [B]-fearing _ _ wife,
_ to [C#m] your big house and fine, healthy [B] children, _ _ _ _
and I [C#m] hope [E] that you'll have a good [G#] _ _ life.
_ And when you [C#m] pray to your God _ in the [B] morning
_ _ to _ [C#m] forgive you for _ all of your [B] sins, _ _ _ _
please [F#] spare [C#m] a few thoughts in your [B] prayer, sir, _ _ _ _
[C#m] for me [E] and the poor corral [G#] _ _ _ _ _ _
rents.
[C#m] They call us the rents of [B] the corral. _ _ _
We [C#m] _ live and we _ die in a [B] hole. _ _ _ _
For [C#m] a penny, _ I'd give you [B] my body, _ _ _ _
and [C#m] for a tupence, _ [E] I'd sell you my [G#] _ _ soul. _ _ _
_ [F#] _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
My [C#m] _ soul. _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C#] _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C#m] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
My [G#] soul. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _