The Waterboys – September 1913 (Guitar)

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G#dim : 4564xx [Intro] D Bm D Bm [Verse 1]
D                           Bm
What need you being come to sense

D                      Bm
But fumble in a greasy till

D                            Bm
And add the halfpence to the pence

D                                Bm
And prayer to shivering prayer until
[Chorus 1]
G#dim                            G
You've dried the marrow from the bone

                              D              Bm
For men were born to pray and save, pray and save

G#dim                       G
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone

                         D             Bm
It's with O'Leary in the grave, in the grave
[Verse 2]
D                            Bm
Yet they were of a different kind

D                                      Bm
Those names that stilled your childish play

D                                   Bm
They have gone about the world like wind

D                           Bm
But little time had they to pray
[Chorus 2]
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For whom the hangman's rope was spun

                                  D                 Bm
And what, God help us, could they save, could they save?

G#dim                       G
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone

                         D             Bm
It's with O'Leary in the grave, in the grave
[Verse 3]
D                              Bm
Was it for this the wild geese spread?

D                        Bm
The grey wing upon every tide

D                                Bm
For this that all that blood was shed

D                   Bm
For this Fitzgerald died
[Chorus 3]
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And Robert Emmet and Wolfe Tone

                         D            Bm
All that delirium of the brave of the brave

G#dim                       G
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone

                         D             Bm
It's with O'Leary in the grave, in the grave
[Verse 4]
D                           Bm
Yet could we turn the years again

D                                Bm
And we call those exiles as they were

D                           Bm
In all their loneliness and pain

D                               Bm
You'd cry: "Some woman's yellow hair..."
[Chorus 4]
G#dim                        G
"Has maddened every mother's son"

                                  D               Bm
They weighed so lightly what they gave, what they gave

G#dim                             G
But let them be, they're dead and gone

                            D             Bm
They're with O'Leary in the grave, in the grave

G#dim                             G
But let them be, they're dead and gone

                            D             Bm
They're with O'Leary in the grave, in the grave

G#dim                       G
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone

                         D             Bm
It's with O'Leary in the grave, in the grave

       D             Bm
In the grave, in the grave

       D             Bm
In the grave, in the grave

       D             Bm
In the grave, in the grave