Bing Crosby - Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral

O^Cver ^Fin Kil^C-larney, ^Ammany years a^C-go ^G7 Me ^Cmother ^Fsang a s^Cong to me in ^D7tones so sweet and ^Dm7low ^G7 Just a ^Csimple ^Flittle ^Cditty in ^Amher good ‘ouldâ?^C?™ Irish way And Iâ?^F?™d give the worl^Cd if she could sing ^D7that song to ^Dm7me to-^G7day

^CToo-ra-^Floo-ra-^Cloo--ral,^{C7 F}Too-ra-loo-ra-^F#dimli, ^CToo-ra-^Floo-ra-^Cloo-ral, ^D7hush, now, don’t^G7 you cry. ^CToo-ra-^Floo-ra-^Cloo-ral, ^{C7 F}Too-ra-loo-ra-^F#dimli ^CToo-ra-^Floo-ra-^Cloo-ral, that’^D7s an I^Fmrish ^Gmlull^C-a--^G7-by.

^COft ^Fin dre^Cams I wan^Amder to that ^Ccot ^G7a-gain, I f^Ceel her ^Farms a-^Chuggin' me as ^D7when she held me ^Dm7then. ^G7 And I ^Chear her ^Fvoice a-^Chummin' to me ^Amas in days of ^Cyore, When ï¿^F¼ï¿¼ï¿¼ï^C¿¼ï¿¼ï¿¼^D7ï?^Dm7?¼ï?^G7?¼ï¿¼ï¿¼ï¿¼ï¿¼ï¿¼ï¿¼ï¿¼ï¿¼ï¿¼ï¿¼ï¿¼ï¿¼ï¿¼ï¿¼ï¿¼she used to rock me fast asleep out-side the cabin door