Forty Shades Of Green
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G I close my eyes and picture the C emerald of the sea
From the G fishing boats at Dingle
To the A7 shores of Donagha D-dea;
I mGiss the River Shannon
And the C folks at Skibbereen
The Gmoorlands and the meadows
With their D forty shades of Ggreen.
But C most of all I miss a girl in
G Tipperary town.
And C most of all I miss her G lips
As A7 soft as eider- D-down;
G Again I want to see and do
The C things we've done and seen
With the G breeze as sweet as shalamar
And there's D forty shades of G green.
I wish that I could spend an hour
At C Dublin's churning surf
I'd G love to watch the farmers drain
The A7 bogs and spade the D turf;
To G see again the thatches
Of the C straw the women glean;
I'd G walk from Cork to Laren to see
The D forty shades of G green.
But C most of all I miss a girl in
G Tipperary town.
And C most of all I miss her G lips
As A7 soft as eider- D-down;
G Again I want to see and do
The C things we've done and seen
With the G breeze as sweet as shalamar
And there's D forty shades of G green.