Mná Na Héireann

  Am     Asus4 Am  D/A     D7/A 
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D6/A  Am           D/A
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  Am7            D/A          
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Asus2           D/A
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[Verse 1]
           Am7                 D/A
Tá bean in Éirinn a phronnfadh séad 
domh
      Am          D/A
Is mo sháith le n-ól
              Am7                 
Is tá bean in Éirinn is ba bhinne 
D/A
léithe
   Cadd9  D              G
Mo ráfla  ceoil ná seinm théad
            Em               Dsus2
Atá bean in Éirinn is níorbh 
      Cadd9
fhearr léi beo
        Am7                   D   
Mise ag léimnigh nó leagtha i gcré
       Cadd9  D    G
 is mo thárr  faoi fhód

[Verse 2]
           Am7      Cadd9     D
Tá bean in Éirinn a bheadh ag éad 
liom
     Am7             D
Mur' bhfaighfinn ach póg
           Am7          Cadd9
Ó bhean ar aonach, nach ait an 
  D
scéala,
Continues after the ad
      Cadd9       D               
Is mo dháimh féin leo, tá bean ab 
G
fhearr liom
           Em               Dsus2 
Nó cath is céad dhíobh nach 
      Cadd9
bhfagham go deo
             Am7          Cadd9    
Is tá cailín spéiriúil ag fear gan 
D
Bhéarla,
     Cadd9 D   G
Dubhghránna   cróin

[Violin Break]
  Am     Asus4 Am  D/A     D7/A 
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D6/A  Am           D/A
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  Am7            D/A          
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Asus2           D/A
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[Verse 3]
          Am7         D/A
Tá bean a déarfadh dá siulfainn léi
   Am              D/A
Go bhfaighinn an t-ór
               Am7              D/A
Is tá bean 'na léine is fearr a méin
      Cadd9  D          
Ná na táinte bó le bean a 
  G
bhuairfeadh
         Em        Dsus2     
Baile an Mhaoir is clár Thír 
Cadd9
Eoghain,
              Am7                  
Is ní fheicim leigheas ar mo ghalar
 D/A      Cadd9    D  G
 féin ach scaird a dh'ól

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There's a woman in Ireland who'd 
give me a gem,
And my fill to drink,
There's a woman in Ireland,
To whom my singing is sweeter than 
the music of strings,
There's a woman in Ireland,
Who would much prefer me leaping,
Than laid in the clay and my belly 
under the sod

There's a woman in Ireland who'd 
envy me,
If I got naught but a kiss from a 
woman at a fair,
Isn't it strange and the love I have
 for them,
There's a woman I'd prefer to a 
battalion,
And a hundred of them whom I will 
never get,
And an ugly, swarthy man with no 
English has a beautiful girl

There's a woman who would say,
That if I walked with her I'd get 
the gold,
And there's the woman of the shirt
Whose mien is better than herds of 
cows,
With a woman who would deafen Baile 
an Mhaoir
And the plain of Tyrone,
And I see no cure for my disease, 
but to have a drink