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The Old Bog Road by Johnny McEvoy


                   The Old Bog Road


Tuning:E A D G B E
Capo:no capo

[Verse 1]
D                                                 A
My feet are here on Broadway,this blessed harvest morn,
    G                 D              A                  D
But o the ache thats in them for the place where I was born,
   D                                               A
My weary hands are blistered,from working cold and heath,
G                   D                  A            D
But o to swing the scythe again,in a field of Irish wheat,
G                                               A
Had I the chance to wander back or own a King's abode,
D                  G             A               D
I'd sooner see the hawthorn tree,by the  old bog road.
 
[Verse 2]
D                                                          A
My mother died last springtime,when Ireland's field's were green,
  G                      D              A           D
The neighbours said her waking was the finest ever seen,
  D                                                    A
There were snowdrops and primroses,piled high beside her bed,
  G                   D              A                  D
And Ferns Church was crouded,when the funeral mass was said,
G                                                 A
But here was I on Broadway,just building bricks by load,
D                 G              A                D
When they carried out her coffin down the Old Bog Road.
 
[Verse 3]
D                                             A
Now life is a weary puzzle,as finding out by man,
  G                      D             A             D
I take the day for what it's worth,and do the best I can,
  D                                                   A
Since no one cares a rush for me what need for me to moan,
 G               D               A              D
I go my way and draw my pay and smoke my pipe alone,
G                                                           A
Each human heart must know it's grief,though bitter be the load,
D              G           A                D
So God be with you Ireland,and the Old Bog Road.





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