Misc Traditional – Belfast Mountains (Guitar)

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It was on the banks of Claudy I heard a maid complain

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Settin' forth her lamentations down by yon pearlin' stream

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Saying "Here I am confined by the constant binds of love

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All for a bonny sailor boy         who did inconstant prove..."

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"Oh You Belfast Mountains, can you grant me no relief?

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Have you got no tongue to flatter with, nor ease me of my grief?

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Have you got no tongue to flatter with, nor ease me of my pain?"

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Sure, it's hard to love an old sweetheart       and not be loved again.

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She threw her arms around me as we were going to part

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She threw her arms around me saying "You're my own sweetheart."

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Well, she threw her arms around me like the branches of yon vine

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Sayin', "Jamie, lovely Ja___mie,        you broke this heart of mine..."

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"And may you never prosper and may you never thrive

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At any job you take in hand so long as you're alive

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And the very ground you walk upon, may the grass refuse to grow

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For you're the provocation of             my sad grief and woe..."

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"Oh You Belfast Mountains, can you grant me no relief?

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Have you got no tongue to flatter with, nor ease me of my grief?

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Have you got no tongue to flatter with, nor ease me of my pain?"

            G               A       Bm      D                      G
Sure, it's hard to love an old sweetheart       and not be loved again.