Christy Moore - Mary from dungloe

^GOh, ^Gthen fare ye wel^Dl, ^Cadd9sweet Donega^Gl, ^Gthe Rosses^Cadd9 and Gwee^Gdore. ^GI'm cro^Dssing the^Cadd9 main ocea^Dn, ^Cwhere the foaming^G billows ^Emroar, ^Git breaks my ^Dheart f^Cadd9rom you to par^Dt, ^Cadd9where I spent many ^Ghappy d^Emays. ^GFarewell to ^Dkind ^Cadd9relation^Gs for I'm ^Gbound^Cadd9 for Ameri^Gkay. (Daniel O'Donnell Ladies and Gentlemen)

^GAh, then Mary, ^Dyou're my ^Cadd9hearts deligh^Gt, ^Gmy pride^Cadd9 and only car^Ge, ^Git was your ^Dcruel^Cadd9 fathe^Dr would ^Cadd9not let ^Gme stay t^Emhere. ^GBut absence ^Dmakes the ^Cadd9heart grow ^Dfond and^Cadd9 when I'm o^G'er the ma^Emin, ^Gmay the Lord ^Dprotect my ^Cadd9darling ^Ggirl till ^GI r^Cadd9eturn a^Ggain.

^GAnd I wished I ^Dwas in ^Cadd9sweet Dung^Gloe and ^Gseated ^Cadd9on the ^Ggrass. ^GAnd by my ^Dside a ^Cadd9bottle of w^Dine an^Cadd9d on my k^Gnee a l^Emass. ^GI'd call for ^Dliquor ^Cadd9of the be^Dst and^Cadd9 I'd pay ^Gbefore ^EmI go ^Gand I'd roll my ^DMary ^Cadd9in my ar^Gms in the ^Gtown of^Cadd9 sweet ^GDungloe.