Jackets Green Cifras
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Autor: Margaret183 133. Última edição em 30 de abr. de 2020
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When I was a maiden fair and young,
C Am
On the pleasant banks of Lee,
G Em
No bird that in the greenwood sung,
Am C Em
Was half so blithe and free.
G D
My heart ne'er beat with flying feet,
C Am
No love sang me his queen,
G Em
Till down the glen rode Sarsfield's men,
Am C Em
And they wore the jackets green.
G D
Young Donal sat on his gallant grey
C Am
Like a king on a royal seat,
G Em
And my heart leaped out on his regal way
Am C Em
To worship at his feet.
G D
O Love, had you come in those colours dressed,
C Am
And wooed with a soldier's mein
G Em
I'd have laid my head on your throbbing breast
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For the sake of your jacket green.
G D
No hoarded wealth did my love own,
C Am
Save the good sword that he bore;
G Em
But I loved him for himself alone
Am C Em
And the colour bright he wore.
G D
For had he come in England's red
C Am
To make me England's queen,
G Em
I'd rove the high green hills instead
Am C Em
For the sake of the Irish green.
G D
When William stormed with shot and shell
C Am
At the walls of Garryowen,
G Em
In the breach of death my Donal fell,
Am C Em
And he sleeps near the Treaty Stone.
G D
That breach the foeman never crossed
C Am
While he swung his broadsword keen;
G Em
But I do not weep my darling lost,
Am C Em
For he fell in his jacket green.
G D
When Sarsfield sailed away I wept
C Am
As I heard the wild ochone.
G Em
I felt, then dead as the men who slept
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'Neath the fields of Garryowen.
G D
White Ireland held my Donal blessed,
C Am
No wild sea rolled between,
G Em
Till I would fold him to my breast
Am C Em
All robed in his Irish green.
G D
My soul has sobbed like waves of woe,
C Am
That sad o'er tombstones break,
G Em
For I buried my heart in his grave below,
Am C Em
For his and for Ireland's sake.
G D
And I cry. "Make way for the soldier's bride
C Am
In your halls of death, sad queen
G Em
For I long to rest by my true love's side
Am C Em
And wrapped in the folds of green."
G D
I saw the Shannon's purple tide
C Am
Roll by the Irish town,
G Em
As I stood in the breach by Donal's side
Am C Em
When England's flag went down.
G D
And now it lowers when I seek the skies,
C Am
Like a blood red curse between.
G Em
I weep, but 'tis not women's sighs
Am C Em
Will raise our Irish green.
G D
Oh, Ireland, said is thy lonely soul,
C Am
And loud beats the winter sea,
G Em
But sadder and higher the wild waves roll
Am C Em
O'er the hearts that break for thee.
G D
Yet grief shall come to our heartless foes,
C Am
And their thrones in the dust be seen,
G Em
So, Irish Maids, love none but those
Am C Em
Who wear the jackets green.
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