Misc Originals - John mulligan - emerald isle

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^DI'll never fail to f^Gorget your salty a^Bmir and your cli^Aff. ^DThe music you pla^Gy in wind, the p^Bmlace I've commit^A deadly sin^Ds. ^DI'll probably mis^Gs the craic and ^Bmgrog, the gin and singing ^Ain a pub ^Dbut what would ^Gwe do to survive,^Bm change our count^Ary for new li^Dfe.

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