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Augusta - By Jeff Olson (play in style of a ballad, Irish drinking song)
GOh how I Clove you AuGgusta And Gnow that the Cyears have gone Gby GI surely Csee how much Gyou meant to Emme How I Gne’er thought thaCt you’d makeG me cry. D But I Gsee your sweet Cghost through my Geyelids How you’Gd comfort mCe when I waGs wrong And those Gsweet memoCries are Gall I can Dsee Now that Gyou, sweet CAugusta, are Ggone
G(Now I Sing) DOh how I loved you AuCgusta my Gdear DYou always knew how a Cman turned to Gfear But you Ggave me your Cwarmth and you Gshed me a Emtear How I Gloved you CAugusta my Gdear. D
GOh how we Cdanced on the Gsidewalk As Gyou boldly Cclapped out a Gsong G c G Em And the boys and I knew that your smiles were true And that Galways would Cmake me feel Gstrong D For Gwhen I was Cyoung and Gunknowing AuGgusta would Ckeep out an Geye And whenGe’er Ca girl would leavGe me brokeDn hearted She would Gcomfort me Cwhen I would Gcry
‘causDe you were the strong one whCo kept me iGn line When DI had a problem you Calways had the Gtime And GI would say Cnothing, is Gthat such a Emcrime? How I Gloved that sweet Clady of Gmine. D
‘cause whGene’er Cyou felt filled wGith sorrow She’Gd bring you Ca scotch or Ga beer And she’Gd listen witCh eyes full oGf wisdom anEmd hope And she’Gd alwayCs lend you botGh ears.
G(now we sing) DOh how I love you CAugusta my Gdear DYou always knew how a Cman turned to Gfear But you Ggave me your Cwarmth and you Gshed me a Emtear How I Glove you… AuCgusta… My Gdear… D G