Gordon Bok - Dublin city

As ^GI was a-walking through Dublin ^EmCity A^Gbout the hour o' twelve at ^Cnight It was there I ^Gsaw a fair pretty ^Emlad^Dy ^EmWashing her feet by ^Ccandlelight ^Em

^GFirst she washed them and then she ^Emdried them A^Ground her shoulder, she pegged a ^Ctowel And in all my ^Glife I ne'er did ^Emsee^D Such a ^Emfine young lass in ^Call the ^Emworld ^{D Em D}

She had ^Gtwenty, eighteen, sixteen, ^Emfourteen ^GTwelve, ten, eight, six, four, two, ^Cnone Nineteen, seven^Gteen, fifteen, ^Emthir^Dteen ^EmEleven, nine, seven, five, ^Cthree and ^Emone ^D

'^GRound and around, the wheel of ^Emfortune ^GWhere it stops wearies ^Cme Fair maids they a^Gre so de^Emceiv^Din' ^EmSad experience ^Cteaches ^Emme ^{D Em D}

^GTwenty, eighteen, sixteen, ^Emfourteen ^GTwelve, ten, eight, six, four, two, ^Cnone Nineteen, seven^Gteen, fifteen, ^Emthir^Dteen ^EmEleven, nine, seven, five, ^Cthree and ^Emone ^D

Oh, the ^Gtides do be runnin' the whole world ^Emover Why, twas ^Gonly last June month, ^CI mind that we Were ^Gthinking the call in the ^Embreast of the ^Dlover ^EmSo ever^Clasting as the ^Emsea ^{D Em D}

^GTwenty, eighteen, sixteen, ^Emfourteen ^GTwelve, ten, eight, six, four, two, ^Cnone Nineteen, seven^Gteen, fifteen, ^Emthir^Dteen ^EmEleven, nine, seven, five, ^Cthree and ^Emone ^D

But there's the ^Gsame little fishes that swim and ^Emspin And the ^Gsame old moon on the cold wet ^Csand And I no more to ^Gshe, nor ^Emshe to ^Dme Than the ^Emcool wind ^Cpassing ^Emover ^Dmy ^Emhand ^D

^GTwenty, eighteen, sixteen, ^Emfourteen ^GTwelve, ten, eight, six, four, two, ^Cnone Nineteen, seven^Gteen, fifteen, ^Emthir^Dteen ^EmEleven, nine, seven, five, ^Cthree and ^Emone