Clairemorris
Seamus Moore
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G C G I was walking to town with the sun going downG D My feet feeling sore from the mileageG C G I was covered in sweat and my clothes were all wetG D G Having spent the whole day making silageC G When a lady drove up and she came to a stopG D And says she "Are you going to Claremorris?"G C G Well, she shouted "Get in" with a cute little grinG D G And she told me that she was Clare Morris. [Chorus]C G She was lovely and fair, and her first name was ClareG D The daughter of big Mickey MorrisG C G But the gleam in her eye was the real reason whyG D G I fell madly in love with Clare Morris. [Verse 2]G C G Now her beauty was rare and I thought then and thereG D How lucky I was to have met herG C G But I felt ill at ease in my old dungareesG D G And my wellingtons often smelt betterContinúa después del anuncioC G Oh, but she was so neat from her head to her feetG D So delightful; she looked very dishyG C G She was tastefully dressed and I sure was impressedG D G How she handled her new Mitsubishi. [Chorus]C G She was lovely and fair, and her first name was ClareG D The daughter of big Mickey MorrisG C G But the gleam in her eye was the real reason whyG D G I fell madly in love with Clare Morris. [Verse 3]G C G Now I'll never forget the next time that we metG D Big Tom and his band were in MidasG C G I was having a jar with the boys at the barG D G She came over and stood right beside usC G I was wearing a suit and a good dash of BrutG D And considered myself quite the charmerG C G So I just couldn't wait so I asked her up straightG D G "Would you like to come home with a farmer?" [Chorus]C G She was lovely and fair, and her first name was ClareG D The daughter of big Mickey MorrisG C G But the gleam in her eye was the real reason whyG D G I fell madly in love with Clare Morris. [Verse 4]G C G Now says she with a laugh "Do you think I'm a calfG D Or what is the cause of your hurry?G C G Wouldn't I be a twit to be covered in gritG D G And smelling like that awful slurry?C G If I gave you my hand, 'Sure I'd own half your landG D And I suppose you'd expect me to plough itG C G Now get on with your dance. You haven't a chanceG D G For my husband would never allow it." [Chorus]C G She was lovely and fair, and her first name was ClareG D The daughter of big Mickey MorrisG C G But the gleam in her eye was the real reason whyG D G I fell madly in love with Clare Morris.