Judy Collins - Drink a round to ireland

Father was a singing man, ^Dmost of what he sang ^G D G (B)(C)(D) Had to do with Ireland, the place from where he came ^CIreland of his ^Gchildhood, ^DIreland of his ^Gspring ^F C G (B)(C)(D) C To return to Ireland was his dream

Drink a ^Dround to ^GIreland ^G/Aboys, ^G/BI'm ^Chom^G/Be___ a^D7gain ^C Drink a ^Dround to ^GJesus ^G/AChrist, ^G/Bwho ^Cdied ^G/Bfor ^D7 Irish^Gmen

I guess he left his dreams to me ^Dafter he was gone ^G D G (B)(C)(D) And there were many years to come where I sang my father's song ^CAnd so I came to ^GIreland, ^Dhere I live to^Gday ^F C G (B)(C)(D) C Lately I've been wondering why I stay

Drink a ^Dround to ^GIreland ^G/Aboys, ^G/BI'm ^Chom^G/Be___ a^D7gain ^C Drink a ^Dround to ^GJesus ^G/AChrist, ^G/Bwho ^Cdied ^G/Bfor ^D7 Irish^Gmen

Dad, I think you're fortunate your ^Ddreams did not come true ^G D G (B)(C)(D) C I know that it would break your heart to see the things we do If you could see the ^Gmurder here, ^Dif you could feel the ^Gpain ^F C G (B)(C)(D) C To see the way we live would bring you shame

Drink a ^Dround to ^GIreland ^G/Aboys, ^G/BI'm ^Chom^G/Be___ a^D7gain ^C D G G/A G/B C G/B D7 G (B)(C)(D) C Drink a round to Jesus Christ, who died for Irishmen

Drink a round to Jesus Christ, who ^Cdied ^G/Bfor ^D7 Irish^Gmen