Chords for The Dubliners-Nelsons Farewell

We had to preface the little song that we're playing about now, and we were looking through some books of poetry, Irish poetry,
_ and we came across a poem by Louis MacNeice, poet and as it turns out, prophet. _ _ _ _ _ _
A poem called Dublin, just simply Dublin, and this is the first verse of the poem. _ _
Is [A#m] that recorded, Nat?
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Grey brick upon brick, _ _ _ the clamor three bronze on sombre pedestals, O'Connell, _ Grattan, _ _ North, _ _ _
and brewery tubs and swans on the balustraded stream, and the bare bones of a fan light _ over a hungry door, _ _
_ and the soft wind on the cheek, _ and porter from the taps with heads of yellow cream, and Nelson on his pillow, _ watching his world collapse.
_ Well, _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ poor old Admiral Nelson is no _ _ _ _ longer, _ _ [A] on _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ the eighth day of March, _ at Dublin City Fair.
_ Poor old [A] Admiral Nelson [D] is no longer, _ _ _ _ from his stand of _ stout people, crashing through the mired _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] and rivet,
_ _ so let's sing our [G] _ celebration, and a service to the nation, [D] for poor old [A] Admiral Nelson is [D] no longer.
_ _ _ Of fifty pounds of jelly can I fit spread among these ways,
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_ [D] _ _ _ and _ a lad that laid the charge wouldn't get to him _ _ today.
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_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [A] Head to Farmer Square at night, we believe Admiral Nelson standing there,
when no one tells the Irish [D] what they'll do, _ _ so the Dublin [G] _ Corporation can stop the liberation,
[D] when a pint of [A] iron sells up [D] on you.
_ _ _ A hundred and fifty-seven years it stood up there in place,
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_ [D] _ _ _ _ make _ our Nelson victory, or the French and Spanish freedom.
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_ [D] _ _ _ _ But [A] one party in the morning, with a little bit of _ _ _ Nelson's sugar powder [D] and a blue,
_ _ _ while last [G] year is kissing, [C#] and finally _ triestation,
[D] or _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ the _ Russians and the Yanks, with a little of prose they play,
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and _ a hitch, _ _ and to make them laugh, _ _
la-da-da-da [A] la-da-da-da-da-da [D]-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ We have a net on the street.
We're the Irish, we [D] do too. _ _ _
Let's sing _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
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_ [D] _ _ it!
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