Тональность: G major
Intro 1
G
C
D
G
Verse 1
G
D
My feet are here
G
D
G
on Broadway
Abdim
D
This blessed harvest morn
G
And o 'er the ache that's in them
C
D
G
For the spot where I was born
D
G
My weary hands are blustered
Abdim
D
from work in cold and heat
G
But, to swing the scythe today
C
D
G
through fields of Irish wheat
F
G
Em
C
Had I the chance to wander back
D
or own a king's abode
G
C
Tis soon I'll see the hawthorn tree
D
G
D
G
by the old bog road.
D
G
My mother died last springtime
Abdim
D
when Ireland's fields were green.
G
The neighbours say how her waking
C
D
G
was the finest ever seen
There were snowdrops
D
G
and primroses
Abdim
D
piled up beside her bed
G
And Ferran's church was crowded
C
D
G
when her funeral mass was said
F
C
Em
C
But here was I on Broadway,
D
building bricks my load,
G
C
When they carried out her coffin
D
G
D
G
down the old bog road.
Our life's a weary puzzle,
Abdim
D
past finding out by man
G
I'll take the day for what it's worth,
C
D
G
and do the be st I can
D
G
Since no one cares a rush for me,
Abdim
D
what needs to make a moan?
G
I'll go my way and draw my pay,
C
D
G
and smoke my pipe alone.
F
G
Each human heart must
F
C
Em
C
know its grief,
D
though little be the load.
G
C
So God be with you, Ireland,
D
G
and the Old Bog Road
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