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Poor Old Ireland

Key: G

Introduction:  G   Dm7   G   Dm7   G   Dm7   G   Dm7   G  

                   Dm7           G               Dm7 
Poor old Ireland, poor old universe
 G                   Dm7                     G         Dm7 
Wonder who comes off the worse
                   Dm7             G                           Dm7 
Poor old people mistreating, misbelieving
         G                   Dm7                 G         Dm7 
Are you given, cursed by a curse
                                                 Dm7               G                     Dm7 
But I don't want you to die, I can see all the lies
                 G             Dm7                   G     Dm7 
There's nothing there that's new
                                           Dm7                   G                           Dm7 
But there's still no need to make blind children bleed
           G                     Dm7       G       Dm7 
Even if what you say is true
                 F                                                   C 
And meanwhile in the aisles of the churches with style
                 Em                                                 G 
They're singing their songs to the lord
                 F                                                         C 
And the preacher is carping, that for failure on earth
 Em                                       D 
Heaven will be your reward
 G               Dm7           G                     Dm7 
Poor old Ireland, tortured by past
         G                     Dm7             G         Dm7 
And tarnished by future's curse
                   Dm7           G               Dm7 
Poor old Ireland, poor old planet
 G               Dm7  G       Dm7 
Poor old universe

         F                                               C 
Oh, Ireland your people mean more than the idols
         Em                               G 
You seek to set up on earth
                 F                                                       C 
And the day that you see, that's the day
                                   Em                                               D       D/C   D/B   D/A                    A 
That all of your sadness and sickness will die
                 F                                       C 
For the enemy you seek to destroy
                           Em                                     G 
Is not the one who's causing your pain
                 F                                                       C 
He's disguised himself well with his book and his bell
         Em                               D 
But evil is still his name
 G               Dm7           G                     Dm7 
Poor old Ireland, tortured by past
         G                       Dm7           G         Dm7 
And tarnished by future's curse
                   Dm7           G               Dm7 
Poor old Ireland, poor old universe
 G                   Dm7                     G         Dm7 
Wonder who comes off the worse