Аккорды Lumière - Paddy's Lament
[Verse 1] Am G Em Well, it's by the hush me boys, and that's to mind your noise, A Em Am E and listen to poor Paddy's sad narration. Am Fmaj7 C G Em I was by hunger stressed and in poverty distressed, F E Am so I took a thought I'd leave the Irish nation. [Verse 2] Am G Em Well I sold me horse and cow, my little pig and sow, A Em Am E my father's farm of land I then departed. Am Fmaj7 C G Em And me sweetheart Bid Magee I'm afraid I'll never see F E Am for I left her there that morning broken-hearted. [Chorus] F Am G Em Here Aye boys, now take my advice, A Em A Em to America I'll have youse not be coming. Am Dm Am There is nothing here but war G Em where the murdering cannons roar F E Am and I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin. [Verse 3] Am G Em Well meself and a hundred more, to America sailed o'er, A Em Am E our fortunes to be making we were thinking. Am Fmaj7 C G Em When we got to Yankee land, they put guns into our hands, F E Am saying, "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln." [Chorus] F Am G Em Here Aye boys, now take my advice, A Em A Em to America I'll have youse not be coming. Am Dm Am There is nothing here but war G Em where the murdering cannons roar F E Am and I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin. [Verse 4] Am G Em General Meagher to us he said, "If you get shot or lose your head A Em Am E Every mother'son of youse will get a pension." Am Fmaj7 C G Em Well in the war I los me leg, all I've now's a wooden peg. F E Am By my soul it is the truth to you I mention. [Chorus] F Am G Em Here Aye boys, now take my advice, A Em A Em to America I'll have youse not be coming. Am Dm Am There is nothing here but war G Em where the murdering cannons roar F E Am and I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin. [Verse 5] Am G Em Well I think meself in luck, if I get fed on Indian buck A Em Am E and old Ireland, is the country I delight in. Am Fmaj7 C G Em To the devil I would say, "God curse Americay" F E Am for in truth I've had enough of their hard fighting. [Chorus] F Am G Em Here Aye boys, now take my advice, A Em A Em to America I'll have youse not be coming. Am Dm Am There is nothing here but war G Em where the murdering cannons roar F E Am and I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin.
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