Chords for The Forge Sessions Vol. 2 - Rare Oul Times - The Whistlin' Donkeys

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_ _ _ It's [G] great _ _
[A] _ _ to _ _ [Gm] have the Wuzzling Donkeys back again, it's three years since they've been
[Eb] here so it's great to have them back again.
They're doing very well, we wish them all the best in the future.
Best of luck boys.
_ All the best.
[F] _ _ _ [A] Based [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
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on [Eb] songs and [Bb] _ stories, _ _ heroes [Gm] are renowned.
_ [Bb] The passing tales [Eb] and glories, [Gm] [F] that once was Dublin town.
_ [Bb] The _ hallowed [Eb] halls and [Bb] houses, the haunting _ [Gm] _ children's rhymes, [Bb] that once was Dublin [Eb] city
_ [F] in the rare [Bb] wild time.
_ Ring _ -a-ring-a _ -rosie, as the light [Gm] _ _ declines, [Bb] I remember Dublin [Eb] city _ [F] in the _ rare [Bb] wild time. _ _
_ _ _ Well my name it is _ [Eb] [Bb] Shondam see, _ as Dublin [Gm] as can be.
[Bb] Born hard and [Eb] late, and dimly called, [Gm] [F] in a house that ceased to be.
[Bb] By trade I [Eb] was a [Bb] cooper, lost out to [Gm] redundancy.
_ [Bb] Like my house, that [Eb] fell to progress, [F] my trade to [Bb] memory.
_ And _ I courted [Eb] Peggy [Bb] _ Dignan, as pretty [Gm] as you'd believe.
[Bb] Our own [Eb] child of Mary, [F] from the rebel _ liberty.
_ _ [Bb] I lost her [Eb] to a student [Bb] chap, with skin as black [Gm] as coal.
_ [Bb] When he took her off [Eb] to Birmingham, [F] he took [Bb] away my soul. _ _
Ring-a [Eb]-ring [Bb]-a-rosie, _ as the [Gm] light _ declines, [Bb] I remember [Eb] Dublin city _ [F] in the _ [Bb] rare wild time. _ _ _
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And the years have made [Eb] me [Bb] bitter, _ the gargle [Gm] dims me brain.
[Bb] Cause Dublin keeps [Eb] on changing, [F] and nothing _ seems the same.
[Bb] The pillar and [Eb] the mat [Bb] I've bought, the royal of [Gm] sins pulled down.
[Bb] As the grey _ [Eb] unwielding concrete, [F] makes the city [Bb] of white down. _
_ _ _ _ Fare thee well sweet _ [Eb] [Bb] Annalise, _ _ I can no [Gm] longer stay.
[Bb] And watch the new [Eb] glass cages, [F] that spring up along the quay.
[Bb] My mind's too [Eb] full of [Bb] memories, too old to [Gm] hear new chimes.
[Bb] I'm a part of what [Eb] was Dublin in [F] the red [Bb] old time. _ _ _ _ _
Ring-a [Eb]-ring-a _ [Bb]-rosie, _ as the [Gm] light _ declines, [Bb] I remember Dublin [Eb] city _ [F] in the rare [Bb] wild time.
_ I remember Dublin [Eb] _ city [F] in the rare _ [Bb] wild time. _ _
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