Tonart: C major
Verse 1
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There are
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scores of pretty Irish girls
from Cork to Donegal
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C
Am
But the prettiest and the neatest
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G
and the sweetest of them all
C
Is a charming little Colleen
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F#dim
who is neither short nor tall
Ebdim
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She's the pride of all
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D
G
the boys in Tip perary
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Am
Her eyes are bits of heaven
that were dropped in Erin's Isle
She's got a captivatin',
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aggravatin' sort of style
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And she looks at you
with such a sweet in
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toxicatin' smile
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C
That she can't be sober
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long and temporary
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Sure that not another girl
could put your heart in such
a world
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You couldn't keep from lovin' her
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G
if you looked at her at all
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It's the blue -blue witchin'
eyes of her
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and the nay -convenient signs of her
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D
That makes the sweetest prize of her
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G
C
from court with Don Micole
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G
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Our father keeps a little farm
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Am
And once a week on market day
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G
you'll see her driving down
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in her little hat and gown
Am
Child, there's not a finer
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Am
The boys get wild about her
and there's one or two in Dale
For everywhere she wanders
D
there is fighting in her trail,
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C
and when she goes a -milkin'
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Am
D
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the tale of every little cow in Tipperary.
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G
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Ah, sure there's not another girl
could put your heart in such a whirl,
Am
you couldn't keep from lovin' her
D
G
if you loved her at all.
C
It's the bluey witch in eyes of her,
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the naked minion's eyes of her,
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that makes the sweetest
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It's a treat to see her walkin'
round the farm on any day
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All the beasts, they all adore her,
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G
and whenever she's away
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Should the little pigs get lovesick
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F#dim
and the hen refuse to lay
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They'd be loved by one and
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all in Tipperary
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Am
And if you don't believe me,
then I'll tell you what to do
Just stop a Tipperary man
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And as soon as you're fit to travel,
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if the doctor pulls you through,
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Am
you can take a shoulder stroll
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from Pimperary Park.
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Sure, there's not another girl
could put your heart
in such a world
Am
you couldn't keep from loving her
D
G
if you looked at her at all.
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It's the blue bewitching eyes of her
D
and the naked genius eyes of her,
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F
Ebdim
that makes the sweetest prize of all.
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From Cork to Dundee, Cork!
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