Duffys Cut

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In the summer of 1832
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The sailing ship John Stamp
Em                              G
Tied up into the port of Pennsylvania
D
Up the ladder from the cargo deck
A
Men and women crept
Em                   Bm
Into the open skies above

[Verse]
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Dia is Muire Dhuit agus Failte Romhat
A
Duffy’s my name, I cut through stone
Em
Work for me, I’m one of your own
G                     A7
In dollars I will pay you

[Verse]
D
57 men signed up,
A
Duffy promised to fill their cup
Em
If they cut the Malvern Valley up
G       Bm                        G   A
Mile 59 had to be on time for the railway line

[Chorus]
A         D
From Ballyshannon and The Glenties
D
They sailed right into hell
D    G                 A
They suffered like the weeping Christ
G                      A
Down Duffy’s Cut they sweat their blood
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Bm               G
Into his wishing well

[Bridge]
D
Were they taken by the sickness?
D
Were they hunted down like scum?
D         G             A
Was there poison in the water?
A      G          A
Was it cholera or murder?
Bm                     G
The smoke that hid the bullets
G        D                    G  Bm  A
From the barrel of the boss’s g  u   n

[Instrumental]
G Bm G Bm G Bm A A7

[Verse]
D
The Blacksmith and the Holy Sisters
A
Good people through and through
Em
Whispered prayers into the victim’s ears
G
It’s all that they could do

[Verse]
D                       A
How come the bosses had silence on their lips
A      Em               G
As 57 Irish Navies were buried in a pit
A                      Em
No stone to mark their resting place
Bm                    G   A
No one to mourn their passing

[Chorus]
A         D
From Ballyshannon and The Glenties
D
They sailed right into hell
D    G                 A
They suffered like the weeping Christ
G                      A
Down Duffy’s Cut they sweat their blood
Bm               G
Into his wishing well

[Verse]
D
Were they taken by the sickness?
D
Were they hunted down like scum?
D         G             A
Was there poison in the water?
A      G          A
Was it cholera or murder?
Bm                     G
The smoke that hid the bullets
G        D                    G  Bm  A
From the barrel of the boss’s g  u   n

[Other]
A         D
From Ballyshannon and The Glenties
D
They sailed right into hell
D    G                 A
They suffered like the weeping Christ
G                      A
Down Duffy’s Cut they sweat their blood
Bm               G
Into his wishing well
D                G Bm A
Into his wishing w e  ll