The Flower Seller

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[Verse]
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The streets of New York would be 
C
cold in the winter,
          G                        
There's a millon foot prints in the
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 snow,
        G                          
An old man roasting chestnuts, and 
  C
a young Uilleann piper,
    G                  D
Who plays so easy and slow.


    C                     G
And all the young lovers who pull up
 in taxis,
                               D
For flowers to make their love last.
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White Rose for new love, and Red 
Rose for true love.
G       D        G
Violets for love of the past.


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The young piper's family, they come 
from Boncrana,
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He knows places that she used to 
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know,
G                              C
And it sounds so familiar, it could 
have been yesterday,
G                        D
Although its a lifetime ago.
      C                      G
She remembers her true love, the 
night that she left him,
And the sadness when they saw each 
      D
other part.



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G           C            G    D
White Rose for new love, and Red 
Rose for true love.
G       D        G
Violets for love of the past.


G                           C
The world is a small place, in New 
York at Christmas,
    G                       D
And everybodys, everybodys friend.
    G                      C
She sells all her flowers, she might
 by a ticket,
       G          D
And go back to Boncrana again.



    C                     G
And all the young lovers who pull up
 in taxis,
                               D
For flowers to make their love last.
G           C            G    D
White Rose for new love, and Red 
Rose for true love.
G       D        G
Violets for love of the past.


G                        C
She returned on vaction, to visit 
relations,
         G                       
And the love she left standing on 
     D
the quay.
    G                            C
But now he wears a band of gold, on 
a finger she once thought her own.
    G                           D
Disheartened once more she must run.
    C                             
She might have liked to stay, but 
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her memory would betray,
                          D
The words deep within her heart.
    G            C               
The wind blew on the Galway Bay, 
G         D
once more she must sail away.
G        D       G
Violets for love of the past.



    C                     G
And all the young lovers who pull up
 in taxis,
                               D
For flowers to make their love last.
G           C            G    D
White Rose for new love, and Red 
Rose for true love.
G       D        G
Violets for love of the past.


    C                     G
And all the young lovers who pull up
 in taxis,
                               D
For flowers to make their love last.
G           C            G    D
White Rose for new love, and Red 
Rose for true love.
G       D        G
Violets for love of the past.


G       D        G
Violets for love of the past.
(D PEAT TO FDE )