Campbeltown Loch

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C 
Campbeltown Loch I wish you were whiskey 
                     G 
Campbeltown Loch och-aye 
C 
Campbeltown Loch I wish you were whiskey 
        G         C 
I would drink you dry 


verse 1 
C 
Now Campbeltown Loch is a beautiful place 
                     F          C 
But the price of the whiskey is grim. 
                                        F 
How nice it would be if the whiskey was free 
        C               G         C 
And the Loch was filled up to the brim 

 
C 
Campbeltown Loch I wish you were whiskey 
                     G 
Campbeltown Loch och-aye 
C 
Campbeltown Loch I wish you were whiskey 
        G         C 
I would drink you dry 


verse 2 
C  
I'd buy a yacht with the money I've got 
                  F          C 
And I'd anchor it out in the bay 
                                  F 
If I wanted a sip I'd go in for a dip 
       C           G            C 
I'd be swimmin' by night and by day 

 
C 
Campbeltown Loch I wish you were whiskey 
                     G 
Campbeltown Loch och-aye 
C 
Campbeltown Loch I wish you were whiskey 
        G         C 
I would drink you dry 


verse 2 
C 
We'd have a gathering of the clans 
                 F        C 
They'd come from near and far 
                                      F 
I can see them grin as they're wading in 
    C         G       C 
And shouting "Slainte mhor!" 

 
C 
Campbeltown Loch I wish you were whiskey 
                     G 
Campbeltown Loch och-aye 
C 
Campbeltown Loch I wish you were whiskey 
        G         C 
I would drink you dry
 

verse 3 
C 
But what if the boat should overturn 
                   F        C 
And drowned in the Loch was I 
                                       F 
You'd hear me shout you'd hear me call out 
        C         G      C 
"What a wonderful way to die !" 


C 
Campbeltown Loch I wish you were whiskey 
                     G 
Campbeltown Loch och-aye 
C 
Campbeltown Loch I wish you were whiskey 
        G         C 
I would drink you dry
 

verse 4 
C 
But what's this I see ochone for me 
                 F               C 
It's a vision to make your blood freeze 
                                      F 
It's the police afloat in a dirty big boat 
            C              G         C 
And they're shouting "time gentlemen please!" 


C 
Campbeltown Loch I wish you were whiskey 
                     G 
Campbeltown Loch och-aye 
C 
Campbeltown Loch I wish you were whiskey 
        G         C 
I would drink you dry