Tom Russell - When irish girls grow up

Darling, don't go to the city, you'll get ^Clost there in the ^Gcrowd All the boys there in the city, drink and ^A7smoke and talk too ^Dloud The ^Gwomen in the city, sneak their ^Cwhisky from a ^Gcup Oh, isn't ^Cit a ^Gpity when ^CIrish ^Dgirls grow ^Gup

Have you ^Cheard of Mary Gilligan, she's ^Ggone about three weeks She's painted up her lips, when all the ^A7colour left her ^Dcheeks She ^Gnever goes to Mass no more, she ^Cgave her virtue ^Gup Oh, isn't ^Cit a ^Gpity when ^CIrish ^Dgirls grow ^Gup

Have you heard about the Cooneys, the ^CRussells and ^GMalloys Their girls all left the farm and went to ^A7chasing city ^Dboys Their ^Gmothers pray to Mary that their ^Cgirls won't turn cor^Grupt Oh, isn't ^Cit a ^Gpity when ^CIrish ^Dgirls grow ^Gup

Oh ^Cgod, forgive me saying it, but I ^Gswear that it's all true The lord should strike me dead, should this be^A7set the likes of ^Dyou Your ^Glips will not touch alcohol, it's ^Ctea that you shall ^Gsup Oh, isn't ^Cit a ^Gpity when ^CIrish ^Dgirls grow ^Gup

Darling, don't go to the city, you'll get ^Clost there in the ^Gcrowd All the boys there in the city, drink and ^A7smoke and talk too ^Dloud And the ^Gwomen in the city, sneak their ^Cwhisky from a ^Gcup Oh, isn't ^Cit a ^Gpity when ^CIrish ^Dgirls grow ^Gup Oh, isn't ^Cit a ^Gpity when ^CIrish ^Dgirls grow ^Gup