Show of Hands - The setting mary from dungloe

I’ll n^Aever f^Asus2/G#orget the ^D/F#walk to the st^Eation, D Asus2/C# A E * Me with your suitcase being brotherly and strong And t^A/C#rying to make l^Digh^Dmaj7t of the wh^Eole sit^F#muation, In li^Dght conver^Asus2/C#sation we m^E/Boved through the th^Dsus2rong ^{D E}

And y^Aou with your^Asus2/G# bright eyes and ^D/F#best dress for tr^Eavelling D Asus2/C# A E * Me in my work clothes, unshaven and plain, I f^A/C#ully int^Den^Dmaj7ded to p^Eut in a h^F#malf day But m^Dy good in^Asus2/C#tentions went with ^E/Byou on the ^Dsus2train. ^{D E}

And I ne^Aver looked^Asus2/G# back as the t^D/F#rain left the stat^Eion, D Asus2/C# A E * Crossed over the roadway and into the park, And t^A/C#here in a b^Dar^Dmaj7 an o^Eld man was ^F#msinging, And ^DI sat there ^Asus2/C#drinking un^E/Btil it grew da^Drk ^E- so da^Ark

Oh, f^Aare ye w^Eell, sweet D^Doneg^Aal, the R^Dosses a^End Gweed^Aore. I'm cr^Aossing t^Ehe main ^Docea^En, where pl^Dunging b^Aillows ^F#mroar. ^E It bre^Aaks my h^Eeart for u^Ds to p^Eart, we’ve sp^Dent many h^Aappy ^F#mdays ^{E A}Far away from fr^Eiends and rel^Dati^Aons, I'm b^Dound for Am^Eerik^Aay.

I w^Aish I w^Eas in sw^Deet Dungl^Aoe, And now all the stars were hidden by rain clouds, and se^Dated ^Eon the gr^Aass The song of the old man locked in my brain, And b^Ay my si^Ede a b^Dottle of w^Eine For all emigration is the curse of the nation and o^Dn my kn^Aee a ^F#mlass. ^E The setting now fitting his sad sweet refrain. I'd c^Aall for l^Eiquor ^Dof the b^Eest [spoken:] And above all the roar of the town was the blue sky, and I'd p^Day bef^Aore I would ^F#mgo ^E I heard the birds singing for [sung:]the dawning of the day
 And I'd ro^All my M^Eary ^Din my^A arms And there was no help from the city forthcoming,
 in the t^Down of sw^Eeet Dungl^Aoe. No sympathy numbing your going away.