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 ‘ould’ Ir^Cish way And I’^Fd give the world i^Cf she could sing tha^D7t song to me ^Dm7to-day^G7

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^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 ?^F????^C?^D7^Dm7  ^G7she used to rock me fast asleep out-side the cabin door