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IRISH HEARTBEAT ALBUM  Van Morrison



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     In [Em] Banbridge Town in the [G] County [D] Down
     One [Em] morning last [D] July,
     From a [Em] boreen green came a [G] sweet [D] colleen
     And she [Em] smiled as she [D] passed me by. [Em]
     She [G] looked so sweet from her [D] two bare feet
     To the [Em] sheen of her nut brown [D] hair.
     Such a [Em] coaxing elf, sure I [G] shook my [D] self
     For to [Em] see I was [D] really [Em] there.

Chorus:
     From [G] Bantry Bay up to [D] Derry Quay and
     From [Em] Galway to Dublin [D] Town,
     No [Em] maid I've seen like the [G] brown [D] colleen
     That I [Em] met in the [D] County [Em] Down.

As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head,
And I looked with a feelin' rare,
And I say's, say's I, to a passer-by,
"Whose the maid with the nut brown hair"?
He smiled at me and he says's, say's he,
"That's the gem of Ireland's crown.
It's Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann,
She's the star of the County Down".

Chorus:
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Ouay and
From Galway to Dublin Town,
No maid I've seen like the brown colleen
That I met in the County Down.

At the Harvest Fair she'll be surely there
And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes,
With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked
Right for a smile from my nut brown rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
Till my plough turns rust coloured brown.
Till a smiling bride, by my own fireside
Sits the star of the County Down.
Chorus / Repeat
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Ta Mo Chleamhnas Deanta (My Match It Is Made)

Traditional, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney

     Ta mo [D] chleamhnas [Bm] deanta o [D] athru [G] areir
     S'ni [D] mo na go [Bm] dtaithnioonn an [D] bhean liom [G] fein
     Ach [D] fagfaidh me i mo [Bm] dhiaidh i
     'gus [D] imeoidh me liom [G] fein
     Ar [D] fud na [Bm] gcoillte [A7] craobh [D] ach

     [D] A match was a [Bm] made [D] here last [G] night
     To a [D] girl I [Bm] neither [D] love nor [G] like
     But I'll [D] take my own [Bm] advice
     And [D] leave her [G] behind
     And go [D] roaming the [Bm] wide world [A7] over. [D]
Shiuil mise thoir agus shiuil mise thiar.
Shiuil mise Corcaigh 'gus sraide Bh'l'ath Cliath
Ach samhail de mo chailin deas ni fhaca mise riamh.
'Si an bhean dubh a dhfhag mo chroi craite

Middle Eight (change of key) ED ED ED ED ED ED A7 D

I walked up and I walked down.
I walked Cork, and Dublin, and Belfast towns,
But no equal to my true love could I find.
She's the wee lass that's left my heart broken.

D'eirigh me ar maidin dha uair roimh an la
'gus fuair me litir o mo mhile ghra
Chuala me an smoilin 's an londubh a ra
Gur ealiagh mo ghra thar saile

I got up two hours before day
And I got a letter from my true love.
I heard the blackbird and linnet say
That my love had crossed the ocean.
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I'll Tell Me Ma

Traditional, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney

Intro: A E7 A E7 A D A E7 A D A E7 A

     I'll [A] tell me Ma when [D]I go home,
     The [E7] boys won't leave the [A] girls alone.
     They'll [A] pull my hair, they [D] stole my comb,
     Well [E7] that's alright till I go [A] home.

Chorus:
     [A] She is handsome. She is [D] pretty.
     [A] She is the bell of [E7] Belfast City.
     [A] She is courtin' [D] one, two, three.
     [A] Please won't you [E7] tell me, [A] who is she?

Albert Mooney say's he loves her.
All the boy's are fighting for her.
They knock at the door and ring at the bell
Sayin' "Oh my true love, are you well"?

Out she comes as white as snow,
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.
Oul Jenny Murray say's she'll die
If you don't get the fella
With the roving eye.

Let the wind and the rain and hail blow high
And the snow come tumbling from the sky,
She's as nice as apple pie.
She'll get her own lad by and by.

When she gets a lad of her own,
She won't tell her Ma when she gets home.
Let them all come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still.
Repeat 1st Verse and Chorus
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Marie's Wedding
Traditional, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney
Chorus:
     [A] Step we gaily on we go,
     [D] Heel and heel and [E7] toe for toe,
     [A] arm and arm, and row and row,
     [D] all for Marie's [E7] wedding.

     [A] Over hillways, up and down,
     [D] Myrtle green and [E7] bracken brown,
     [A] Past the sheilings through the town
     [D] All for the sake of [E7]Marie.

Chorus
     [A] Red her cheeks as Rowan's are,
     [D] Bright her eyes as [E7] any star.
     [A] Fairest of them all by far,
     [D] Is our darlin' [E7] Marie.

Chorus
Plenty herring, plenty meal,
Plenty peat to fill her kreel.
Plenty bonnie bairns as well,
That's the toast for Marie.
Repeat Chorus

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