Smoke And Strong Whiskey

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    Kids wear white garters, and smell like their mothers
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    whose husbands and fathers alike
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    drink black beer in the same public houses
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    smelling of smoke and strong whiskey.

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    Mammies and daddies, skipping ropes,
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    lectures from priests, living in hope
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    that they've not mistaken the brand of their coats,
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    paid for by their spiritual teachings.

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    A busy year this, the streets running red,
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    how many sent to their nuptial bed.
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    And how many sent home to a winter of graves,
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    and how many wait in for the slaughter.

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Oh, oh, the holy ground,
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céad mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see.
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Oh, oh, the holy ground,
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faraway hills ain't as green as they once used to be.

( Em Am Em Am )

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    It's Easter again, and we cannot forget
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    our brothers and sisters and all that was said.
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    So practise your pipes, stand proud in the wet,
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    for the eyes of the world are upon you.

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    God in his mercy has given us men
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    to lead us to peace, but they can't bring an end
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    to the profits that pay off the lease on the land,
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    we still send them over the water.

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    Seventeen years, Kelly is a man,
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    who stands on the street with a gun in his hand.
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    He's protecting the pipers that play in the band,
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    while the enemy waits with an army.

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Oh, oh, the holy ground,
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céad mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see.
Em               D
Oh, oh, the holy ground,
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faraway hills ain't as green as they once used to be.

( Em Am Em Am )
 
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    Dia le hÉireann, suckle the empire,
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    dia le hÉireann, suffer the loss
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    of the green and the blue while the media feeds
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    on the blood and the pain and the hatred.

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    Father walks home on a colourless night,
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    and the organisation has blinded his sight,
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    His wife and his kids are sleeping tonight,
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    in the arms of sweet Jesus and Mary.

Em               D
Oh, oh, the holy ground,
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céad mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see.
 G                 D
Oh, oh, the holy ground,
 C                                Am                                     D
faraway hills ain't as green as they once used to be.

Em               D
Oh, oh, the holy ground,
   C                                 Am                                           D
céad mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see.
 G                 D
Oh, oh, the holy ground,
 C                                Am                                     D
faraway hills ain't as green as they once used to be.