Dubliners - On raglan road

On ^DRaglan Road on an autumn ^Gday, I ^Dsaw her ^Gfirst and ^Dknew That ^Gher dark hair would ^Dweave a snare, that I might ^Bmone day ^Arue I ^Gsaw the danger ^Dand I passed, along the en^Bmchanted ^Away, and I ^Dsaid: 'Let grief, be a fallen ^Gleaf at the ^Ddawning ^Gof the ^Dday'

On ^DGrafton Street in Novem^Gber, we tripped ^Dlightly a^Glong the ^Dledge Of a ^Gdeep ravine, where ^Dcan be seen, the worth of ^Bmpassion's ^Apledge The ^GQueen of Hearts, still ^Dmaking tarts, and I not ^Bmmaking ^Ahay Oh, I ^Dloved too much and by such, by ^Gsuch, is ^Dhappiness ^Gthrown a^Dway

I ^Dgave her gifts of the ^Gmind, I ^Dgave her the ^Gsecret ^Dsigns That's ^Gknown to the artists ^Dwho have known, the true gods of ^Bmsound and ^Astone And ^Gword and tint, with^Dout stint, I gave her ^Bmpoems to ^Asay With her ^Down name there, and her own dark ^Ghair, like ^Dclouds over ^Gfields of ^DMay

On a ^Dquiet street, where old ghosts ^Gmeet, I ^Dsee her ^Gwalking ^Dnow A^Gway from me so ^Dhurriedly, my reason ^Bmmust al^Alow That ^GI had loved, not ^Das I should, a creature ^Bmmade of ^Aclay When the ^Dangel woos the clay, he'd ^Glose, his ^Dwings at the ^Gdawn of ^Dday