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Capo: 2
I use a capo on 2nd fret with slow finger pick
CHow hard is my Gfortune how vain my Crepining, The strong rope of Amfate for my young neck is Gtwinning, My Cstrenght is departed my Gcheek sunk and Csallow, While I languish is Fchains in the GJail of Cluain CMeala.
No boy in the village was ever yet milder. I could play with a child and my sport be no wilder. I could dance without tiring from morning till evening And my goalball I'd strike to the lightning of heaven. At my bed foot decaying my hurley is lying. Through the lads of the village my goalball is flying. My horse 'mong the neighbours neglected may fallow. While this heart young and gay lies cold in Cluan Meala. Next Sunday the pattern at home will be keeping. All the lads of the village the fields will be sweeping. And the dance of fair maidens the evening will hallow. While this heart young and gay lies cold in Cluan Meala.