The Dubliners - Nelsons farewell

^D#1 ^{A D A D D}Oh, poor old Admiral Nelson is no longer in the air. ^DToora loora ^A7loora loora ^Dloo! ^DOn the eighth day of March in Dublin City fair, ^DToora loora ^A7loora loora ^Dloo! ^DFrom his ^A7stand of stones and mortar ^A7He fell crashing through the quarter, ^A7Where once he stood so stiff and proud and ^Drude. ^DSo let's sing our cele^Gbration, ^GIt's a service to the nation. So ^Dpoor old Admiral ^A7Nelson, toora ^Dloo!

^DOh, fifty pounds of geliganite it sped him on his way, ^DToora loora ^A7loora loora ^Dloo! ^DAnd the lad that laid the charge, we're in debt to him today. ^DToora loora ^A7loora loora ^Dloo! ^DIn Tra^A7falgar Square it might be fair ^A7To leave old Nelson standing there ^A7But no one tells the Irish what they'll ^Dview. ^DSo the Dublin Corpo^Gration ^GCan stop deliberation For the ^Dboys of Ireland ^A7showed them what to ^Ddo!

^DFor a hundred and fifty-seven years it stood up there in state ^DToora loora ^A7loora loora ^Dloo! ^DTo mark old Nelson's victory o'er the French and Spanish fleet, ^DToora loora ^A7loora loora ^Dloo! ^DBut one-t^A7hirty in the morning, ^A7Without a bit of warning, ^A7Old Nelson took a powder and he ^Dblew! ^DNow at last the Irish ^Gnation ^GHas Parnell in higher station Than ^Dpoor old Admiral ^A7Nelson, toora ^Dloo!

^DOh the Russians and the Yanks, with lunar probes they play, ^DToora loora ^A7loora loora ^Dloo! ^DAnd I hear the French are trying hard to make up lost headway, ^DToora loora ^A7loora loora ^Dloo! ^DBut now the ^A7Irish join the race, ^A7We have an astronaut in space, ^A7Ireland, boys, is now a world power ^Dtoo! ^DSo let's sing our cele^Gbration, ^GIt's a service to the nation. So ^Dpoor old Admiral ^A7Nelson, toora ^Dloo!