The Irish Rovers - The biplane ever more

Way ^Cout at ^FLondon ^CAirport In ^Fhangar ^Gnumber ^Cfour A ^Clonely little ^Embiplane slept Whose ^Fname was Ever ^GMore His ^Cworking ^Fdays were ^Cover ^FNo more ^Gwould he ^Csail U^Fpon his wings a^Cbove the ^Amclouds ^FFlyin' the ^GRoyal ^CMail

^CBye-bye ^Gbiplane ^FOnce-upon-a-^Csky plane ^FBye-bye ^Chusha^Ambye ^Dm7Lulla-^Gbi^Cplane^{Am C Am}

^CAll the ^Fmighty ^Cjet planes Would ^Flook ^Gdown their ^Cnose They'd ^Claugh and say, "Oh, ^EmI'm so glad that ^FI'm not one of ^Gthose" And ^CEver^Fmore would ^Cshake away The ^Fteardrops ^Gfrom his ^Cwings And ^Fdream of days when ^Che a^Amgain Could ^Fdo her^Goic ^Cthings

^CBye-bye ^Gbiplane ^FOnce-upon-a-^Csky plane ^FBye-bye ^Chusha^Ambye ^Dm7Lulla-^Gbi^Cplane^{Am C Am}

^CThen one ^Fday the ^Cfog and rain Had ^Fclosed the ^Gairport ^Cdown And ^Call the mighty ^Emjet planes Were ^Fhelpless on the ^Gground When a ^Ccall came ^Fto the ^Cairport ^FFor a ^Gmercy ^Cflight 'Twould ^Fbe too late, they ^Ccould not ^Amwait Some^Fone must ^Gfly to^Cnight

They ^Amrolled the little ^Embiplane Out to ^Amrunway number ^Emfive And ^Fthough he looked so ^Csmall and weak He ^D7knew he could sur^Gvive

And ^Cas he rose in^Fto the ^Cstorm The ^Fjet planes ^Ghung their ^Cwings And they ^Fhoped someday, like ^CEver ^AmMore To ^Fdo her^Goic ^Cthings

^CBye-bye ^Gbiplane ^FOnce-upon-a-^Csky plane ^FBye-bye ^Chusha^Ambye ^Dm7Lulla-^Gbi^Cplane^{Am C Am}

Ah ^Cso, me ^Fbilly ^Cbundle I have ^Fspun a ^Gtale for ^Cyou ^CYou must learn there's ^Emnothing In this ^Fworld that you can't ^Gdo Ah, ^Cdo not ^Fbe dis^Ccouraged By ^Fcircum^Gstance or ^Csize Re^Fmember Ever ^CMore and ^Amset your ^FSights up ^Gin the ^Cskies

^CBye-bye ^Gbiplane ^FOnce-upon-a-^Csky plane ^FBye-bye ^Chusha^Ambye ^Dm7Lulla-^Gbi^Cplane

^CBye-bye ^Gbiplane ^FOnce-upon-a-^Csky plane ^FBye-bye ^Chusha^Ambye ^Dm7Lulla-^Gbi^Cplane^{Am C Am}