Jail Of Cluain Meala Cifras

I use a capo on 2nd fret with slow finger pick
 
C              G                   C
How hard is my fortune how vain my repining,
                   Am                        G
The strong rope of fate for my young neck is twinning,
   C                       F              C
My strenght is departed my cheek sunk and sallow,
                    F             G              C
While I languish is chains in the Jail of Cluain Meala.
 
 C             G                   C
No boy in the village was ever yet milder.
                    Am                       G
I could play with a child and my sport be no wilder.
   C                              F             C
I could dance without tiring from morning till evening
                    F              G            C
And my goalball I'd strike to the lightning of heaven.
 
C              G                     C
At my bed foot decaying my hurley is lying.
                       Am                       G
Through the lads of the village my goalball is flying.
   C                           F             C
My horse 'mong the neighbours neglected may fallow.
                         F            G           C
While this heart young and gay lies cold in Cluan Meala.
 
C               G                       C
Next Sunday the pattern at home will be keeping.
                       Am                      G
All the lads of the village the fields will be sweeping.
        C                         F             C
And the dance of fair maidens the evening will hallow.
                          F           G            C
While this heart young and gay lies cold in Cluan Meala.
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