Nelsons Farewell
The Dubliners
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Intro - tin whistle plys part of The British Grenadiers:D A D A D #1D Oh, poor old Admiral Nelson is no longer in the air.D A7 D Toora loora loora loora loo!D On the eighth day of March in Dublin City fair,D A7 D Toora loora loora loora loo!D A7 From his stand of stones and mortarA7 He fell crashing through the quarter,A7 Where once he stood so stiff andD proud and rude.D G So let's sing our celebration,G It's a service to the nation.D A7 So poor old Admiral Nelson, tooraD loo! #2:D Oh, fifty pounds of geliganite it sped him on his way,D A7 D Toora loora loora loora loo!D And the lad that laid the charge, we're in debt to him today.Continúa después del anuncioD A7 D Toora loora loora loora loo!D A7 In Trafalgar Square it might be fairA7 To leave old Nelson standing thereA7 But no one tells the Irish whatD they'll view.D G So the Dublin CorporationG Can stop deliberationD A7 For the boys of Ireland showedD them what to do! #3:D For a hundred and fifty-seven years it stood up there in stateD A7 D Toora loora loora loora loo!D To mark old Nelson's victory o'er the French and Spanish fleet,D A7 D Toora loora loora loora loo!D A7 But one-thirty in the morning,A7 Without a bit of warning,A7 Old Nelson took a powder and heD blew!D G Now at last the Irish nationG Has Parnell in higher stationD A7 Than poor old Admiral Nelson,D toora loo! #4:D Oh the Russians and the Yanks, with lunar probes they play,D A7 D Toora loora loora loora loo!D And I hear the French are trying hard to make up lost headway,D A7 D Toora loora loora loora loo!D A7 But now the Irish join the race,A7 We have an astronaut in space,A7 Ireland, boys, is now a worldD power too!D G So let's sing our celebration,G It's a service to the nation.D A7 So poor old Admiral Nelson, tooraD loo!