The Wolfe Tones - My green valleys

The ^Gseagulls are ^Ccalling, and the ^Gwind is in the ^Emsails, And she's ^Gfast moving ^Cout to the ^Dsea, On a ^Gship bound for ^CSt.John three ^Gthousand miles ^Emaway, A human ^Gcargo my ^Ccomrades and ^Gme.

Fare^Gwell my ^CGreen valleys God ^Gkeep you the ^Dsame, If ^Gin onl^Cy my mind you^D will be, I'm ^Gsailing ^Cdark w^Gaters, to f^Emar America, ^GNever mo^Cre my Gr^Geen valleys to see.

It h^Gurts me to th^Cink of the things^G I ^Emleft behind, And ^Gthe famine ^Chas blackened ^Dour land And ^Gto look now^C for some^Gthing,that I^Em may never find, ^GIs a pro^Cblim tha^Gt's closer to hand.

Fare^Gwell my ^CGreen valleys God ^Gkeep you the ^Dsame, If in ^Gonly my^C mind you w^Dill be, I'm s^Gailing dar^Ck waters,^G to far ^EmAmerica, ^GNever mo^Cre my Gr^Geen valleys to see.

Ther^Ge's a fever a^C raging,and the w^Gind^Em has died away, And ^Gthe jorn^Cey can n^Do longer be, And the pl^Gague is a shad^Cow,that ^Glingers nig^Emht and day, ^GAnd more^C thought^Gs of Green valleys I'll see

Fare^Gwell my ^CGreen valleys God ^Gkeep you the ^Dsame, If i^Gn onl^Cy my mind^D you will be, I'm ^Gsailing ^Cdark wat^Gers, to ^Emfar America, ^GNever mo^Cre my Gr^Geen valleys to see.