Various Artists - The falls of doonass

^EmAs I roved out ^Cone evening as ^GSol cast his r^Days ^EmBehind yon west^Cern mountains a^Gnd the wide we^Dstern seas ^EmI carelessly ro^Cved out, my lei^Gsure hours to ^Dpass ^EmFor to view the^C Shannon water ^Gthat flows thr^Dough Doonass ^EmMy mind was enr^Captured at th^Gis enchanting^D scene ^EmSuch a place in ^Call Ireland, ^Gthere is not I^D ween ^EmProud, beautiful^C and crystal ^Gbright, shining like^D glass ^EmIs that pure Sha^Cnnon water t^Ghat flows through Doo^Dnass

^EmIn Doonass I was ^Cborn and ‘t^Gis there I’d like to ^Ddie ^EmAnd down in its o^Cld churchyard, m^Gy old bones li^De ^EmFor if fortune proves in ^Cfavour, the s^Geas I ne’er will c^Dross ^EmNor bid adieu to C^Clonlara, ^GCastleconnell or ^DDoonass

^EmHave you been to ^CKillarney, the ^GCauseway or ^DQuay ^EmThe proud bay of ^CDublin, L^Goophead or K^Dinsale ? ^EmThe city cove of ^CCork seems but^G shadows or ^Dgas ^EmWhen compared to the ^Cproud rolling ^Gfalls of ^DDoonass ^EmAnd if you’re tired o^Cf walking, p^Groceed on furthe^Dr still ^EmTo the right of Mass^Cey’s mansion, ‘^Gtis there you’ll get your ^Dfill ^EmAnd when you reach t^Che summit, c^Gome fill up your g^Dlass ^EmDrink a health, wea^Clth and honour to the ^Gfalls of D^Doonass

^EmIn Doonass I was ^Cborn and ‘t^Gis there I’d like to ^Ddie ^EmAnd down in its o^Cld churchyard, m^Gy old bones li^De ^EmFor if fortune proves in ^Cfavour, the s^Geas I ne’er will c^Dross ^EmNor bid adieu to C^Clonlara, ^GCastleconnell or ^DDoonass

^EmGo into the rock-ga^Crdens to take a refres^Ghing breez^De ^EmWhere the holy hand^C of time has spread be^Gneath its ^Dtrees ^Em‘tis there you’ll s^Cee the anglers, both b^Gonny, brig^Dht and gay ^EmWith their artifici^Cal flies in the sweet ^Gmonth of M^Day ^EmGo eastward and wes^Ctward and into the chu^Grchyard ^{D Em}Quiet sober and sil^Cent, ‘twould win your ^Gregard ^{D Em}With its crumbling ^Cwalls of ivy and grave^Gs of green^D grass ^EmAnd the dead lying ^Cbeneath them near the ^Gfalls of D^Doonass

^EmIn Doonass I was ^Cborn and ‘t^Gis there I’d like to ^Ddie ^EmAnd down in its o^Cld churchyard, m^Gy old bones li^De ^EmFor if fortune proves in ^Cfavour, the s^Geas I ne’er will c^Dross ^EmNor bid adieu to C^Clonlara, ^GCastleconnell or ^DDoonass

^EmAnd if you’re n^Cot tired of wal^Gking, proceed ^Don further still ^EmUntil you come ^Cup with Saint S^Genan’s holy we^Dll ^EmWhere the lame,^C blind and wear^Gy a cure ever ^Dhas ^EmIn that healing^C gift from heav^Gen near the fa^Dlls of Doonass ^EmOh, when shall ^Cthat day come, ^Gthat dear and ^Dhappy hour ^EmWhen I’ll walk ^Cundisturbed ‘ne^Gath the turret^D’s green bower ^EmWith my mind fr^Cee from care, a^Gnd by my side ^Da lass ^EmAnd she lives i^Cn a cottage nea^Gr the falls of^D Doonass

^EmIn Doonass I was ^Cborn and ‘t^Gis there I’d like to ^Ddie ^EmAnd down in its o^Cld churchyard, m^Gy old bones li^De ^EmFor if fortune proves in ^Cfavour, the s^Geas I ne’er will c^Dross ^EmNor bid adieu to C^Clonlara, ^GCastleconnell or ^DDoonass