Misc Traditional - Mother machree

There's a sp^Fot in my h^Dmeart, which no c^Bbolleen may ^Fown. There's a d^Fepth in my s^Bboul, never s^Dmounded or kn^Cown; There's a pl^Face in my m^Dmem'ry, my life, that you f^Bbill, No other can t^Fake it, no ^Dmone ever w^C7ill.

Sure, I l^Fove the dear s^Bbilver that sh^Fines in your h^Dmair, And the brow that's all f^Bburrowed, and wr^Finkled with c^C7are. I k^Fiss the dear f^Bbingers, so t^Foil-worn for m^Dme, Oh, God bl^Bbess you and k^Feep you, M^C7other Machr^Fee.

Ev'ry s^Forrow or c^Dmare in the d^Bbear days gone b^Fy, Was made br^Fight by the l^Bbight of the sm^Dmile in your ^Ceye, Like a c^Fandle that's s^Dmet in the window at n^Bbight, Your fond love has ch^Feered me and g^Dmuided me r^C7ight.

Sure, I l^Fove the dear s^Bbilver that sh^Fines in your h^Dmair, And the brow that's all f^Bburrowed, and wr^Finkled with c^C7are. I k^Fiss the dear f^Bbingers, so t^Foil-worn for m^Dme, Oh, God bl^Bbess you and k^Feep you, M^C7other Machr^Fee.