Harris And The Mare

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F/Eb                          Bb 
Harris my old friend, good to see
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 your face again
     Bb                         
More welcome though yon trap and 
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that old mare
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For the wife is in a swoon and I am
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 all alone
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Harris fetch thy mare and take us 
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home

    F/Eb                      Bb  
The wife and I came out for a 
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quiet glass of stout
      Bb                           
And a word or two with neighbours 
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in the room
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But young Cleary he came in, drunk 
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and wild as sin
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And swore the wife would leave the
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 place with him

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But the wife as quick as thought 
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said “No I‘ll bloody not.”
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And struck the brute a blow about 
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the head
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He raised up his ugly paw and 
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lashed her on the jaw
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And she fell unto the floor like 
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she were dead

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     F/Eb                       
Now, Harris, well you know, I’ve 
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never struck an angry blow.
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Nor would I keep a friend who 
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raised his hands
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I was a “Conshie” in the war, 
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crying “What the hell’s this for?”
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But I had to see his blood to be a 
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man.

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I grabbed him by his coat, spun him
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 round and took his throat
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And beat his head against the 
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parlour door.
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He dragged out an awful knife and 
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he roared “I’ll have your life.”
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Then he struck me and I fell unto 
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the floor.

  F/Eb                         
Blood I was from neck to thigh, 
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bloody murder in his eye,
      Bb                           
As he shouted out “I’ll finish you 
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for sure.”
    Bb                             
But as the knife came down I lashed
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 out from the ground
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And the knife was in his breast 
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when he rolled o’er

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With the wife as cold as clay, I 
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carried her away
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No hand was raised to help us 
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through the door
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And I’ve brought her half a mile, 
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but I’ve had to rest awhile
    Ab                Gm          
And none of them I’ll call a 
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friend the more

    F/Eb                           
For when the knife came down, I was
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 helpless on the ground
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No neighbour stayed his hand I was 
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alone
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By God! I was a man, but now I 
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cannot stand
        Ab                 Gm     
Please, Harris, fetch they mare 
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and take us home

    F/Eb                       Bb 
Oh, Harris, fetch thy mare and 
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take us out of here
      Bb                           
In my nine and fifty years I’d 
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never known
        Bb                      
That to call myself a man for my 
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loved one I must stand
     Ab                Gm      
Now, Harris, fetch thy mare, and 
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take us home.