Christy Moore – Duffys Cut (Guitar)

D
In the summer of 1832

A
The sailing ship John Stamp

Em                              G
Tied up into the port of Pennsylvania

D
Up the ladder from the cargo deck

A
Men and women crept

Em                   Bm
Into the open skies above

D
Dia is Muire Dhuit agus Failte Romhat

A
Duffy's my name, I cut through stone

Em
Work for me, I'm one of your own

G                     A7
In dollars I will pay you

D
57 men signed up,

A
Duffy promised to fill their cup

Em
If they cut the Malvern Valley up

G       Bm                        G   A
Mile 59 had to be on time for the railway line

A         D
From Ballyshannon and The Glenties

D
They sailed right into hell

D    G                 A
They suffered like the weeping Christ

G                      A
Down Duffy's Cut they sweat their blood

Bm               G
Into his wishing well

D
Were they taken by the sickness?

D
Were they hunted down like scum?

D         G             A
Was there poison in the water?

A      G          A
Was it cholera or murder?

Bm                     G
The smoke that hid the bullets

G        D                    G  Bm  A
From the barrel of the boss's g  u   n

D
The Blacksmith and the Holy Sisters

A
Good people through and through

Em
Whispered prayers into the victim's ears

G
It's all that they could do

D                       A
How come the bosses had silence on their lips

A      Em               G
As 57 Irish Navies were buried in a pit

A                      Em
No stone to mark their resting place

Bm                    G   A
No one to mourn their passing

A         D
From Ballyshannon and The Glenties

D
They sailed right into hell

D    G                 A
They suffered like the weeping Christ

G                      A
Down Duffy's Cut they sweat their blood

Bm               G
Into his wishing well

D
Were they taken by the sickness?

D
Were they hunted down like scum?

D         G             A
Was there poison in the water?

A      G          A
Was it cholera or murder?

Bm                     G
The smoke that hid the bullets

G        D                    G  Bm  A
From the barrel of the boss's g  u   n

A         D
From Ballyshannon and The Glenties

D
They sailed right into hell

D    G                 A
They suffered like the weeping Christ

G                      A
Down Duffy's Cut they sweat their blood

Bm               G
Into his wishing well

D                G Bm A
Into his wishing w e  ll