G C
i close my eyes and picture the emerald of the sea ,
G
from the fishing boats at dingle ,
A7 D
to the shores of donagha – dea;
G
i miss the river shannon ,
C
and the folks at skibbereen ,
G
the moorlands and the meadows
D G
with their forty shades of green .

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C
but most of all i miss a girl in
G
tipperary town .
C G
and most of all i miss her lips ,
A7 D
as soft as eider – down;
G
again i want to see and do
C
the things we’ve done and seen ,
G
with the breeze as sweet as shalamar ,
D G
and there’s forty shades of green .

i wish that i could spend an hour
C
at dublin’s churning surf ,
G
i’d love to watch the farmers drain
A7 D
the bogs and spade the turf;
G
to see again the thatches
C
of the straw the women glean;
G
i’d walk from cork to laren to see
D G
the forty shades of green .

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