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Smoke And Strong Whiskey

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            C  G  C  G  
             D                                                                            G  
          Kids wear white garters, and smell like their mothers
                             C                                                      G  
          whose husbands and fathers alike
                                             D                                                            C  
          drink black beer in the same public houses
                C                            D                                      G              C  G  
          smelling of smoke and strong whiskey.
             D                                                    G  
          Mammies and daddies, skipping ropes,
             C                                                         G  
          lectures from priests, living in hope
                             D                                                              C  
          that they've not mistaken the brand of their coats,
                          C                                 D                    G                    C  G  
          paid for by their spiritual teachings.
                  D                                                         G  
          A busy year this, the streets running red,
             C                                                         G  
          how many sent to their nuptial bed.
                                     D                                              C  
          And how many sent home to a winter of graves,
                                  C                      D                            G                 C  G  
          and how many wait in for the slaughter.
  G                            D  
Oh, oh, the holy ground,
     C                                                              Am                                                                            D  
céad mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see.
  G                            D  
Oh, oh, the holy ground,
  C                                                         Am                                                              D  
faraway hills ain't as green as they once used to be.
 Em  AmEm  
                          D                                                    G  
          It's Easter again, and we cannot forget
                          C                                                         G  
          our brothers and sisters and all that was said.
                        D                                                                    C  
          So practise your pipes, stand proud in the wet,
                                  C                            D                         G              C  G  
          for the eyes of the world are upon you.
             D                                                    G  
          God in his mercy has given us men
                        C                                                                 G  
          to lead us to peace, but they can't bring an end
                                  D                                                              C  
          to the profits that pay off the lease on the land,
                        C                                 D                      G         C  G  
          we still send them over the water.
             D                                         G  
          Seventeen years, Kelly is a man,
                          C                                                                    G  
          who stands on the street with a gun in his hand.
                                  D                                                              C  
          He's protecting the pipers that play in the band,
                                     C              D                                 G  
          while the enemy waits with an army.
  G                            D  
Oh, oh, the holy ground,
     C                                                              Am                                                                            D  
céad mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see.
Em                            D  
Oh, oh, the holy ground,
  C                                                         Am                                                              D  
faraway hills ain't as green as they once used to be.
 Em  AmEm  
             D                                         G  
          Dia le hÉireann, suckle the empire,
             C                                         G  
          dia le hÉireann, suffer the loss
                                  D                                                                      C  
          of the green and the blue while the media feeds
                                     C                            D                              G            C  G  
          on the blood and the pain and the hatred.
             D                                                         G  
          Father walks home on a colourless night,
                                  C                                         G  
          and the organisation has blinded his sight,
                        D                                                         G  
          His wife and his kids are sleeping tonight,
                                C                                                            D  
          in the arms of sweet Jesus and Mary.
Em                            D  
Oh, oh, the holy ground,
     C                                                              Am                                                                            D  
céad mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see.
  G                            D  
Oh, oh, the holy ground,
  C                                                         Am                                                              D  
faraway hills ain't as green as they once used to be.
Em                            D  
Oh, oh, the holy ground,
     C                                                              Am                                                                            D  
céad mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see.
  G                            D  
Oh, oh, the holy ground,
  C                                                         Am                                                              D  
faraway hills ain't as green as they once used to be.