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Cherish The Ladies - My Own Native Land


CAPO: 4th Fret



[Verse 1]
                                  G       C G
There's a dear little isle in the Western O-cean
           C            G    Am   Em  C
There's an island of purity, holy and grand
       G              Em            G          C   G
It's a name fills its daughters and sons with emotion
     C             G   Am          G
When they are out on a far distant strand


[Verse 2]
                 Em           G             C G
'Tis Ireland, my country, the birthplace of heroes
    C           G        Am      Em  C
The home of the patriot, warrior and sage
   G             Em                G             C  G
Of bards, and of chieftains, whose names live in stories
         C         G     Am        G
May they live forever on history's page


[Verse 3]
                   Em       G        C G
You once were a proud and a glorious nation
     C             G                   Am Em    C
Your name and your fame were known all over the world
        G            Em           G       C G
'Til misfortune came o'er you and sad desolation
     C          G      C       D     Am G
Your emerald banner in slavery lay unfurled


[Verse 4]
                   Em             G                  C  G
They tortured your children, they spoiled your green banner
     C                    G          Am    Em    C
They tried to exterminate you, long, long, long ago
        G         Em           G             C   G
But the Irish are somehow like wild creeping flowers
    C          G               C            D       Am     G
The faster you pluck them, the quicker they seem to grow


[Verse 5]
             Em             G             C   G
I love every blade of grass green on your mountain
      C            G              Am   Em      C
Every leaf on your tree and every rock on your strand
  G               Em          G         C   G
I love your green valleys and murmuring fountains
  C          G           C       D      Am  C  G
I love you, acushla, my own dear native land_____
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