G   C   G   A7 D G

[Verse]
                                          C                 G
Darling, don't go to the city, you'll get lost there in the crowd
                                          A7                 D
All the boys there in the city, drink and smoke and talk too loud
    G                              C             G
The women in the city, sneak their whisky from a cup
          C    G         C     D          G
Oh, isn't it a pity when Irish girls grow up

[Verse]
         C                             G
Have you heard of Mary Gilligan, she's gone about three weeks
                                        A7              D
She's painted up her lips, when all the colour left her cheeks
    G                               C               G
She never goes to Mass no more, she gave her virtue up
          C    G         C     D          G
Oh, isn't it a pity when Irish girls grow up

[Verse]
                                      C            G
Have you heard about the Cooneys, the Russells and Malloys
                                          A7           D
Their girls all left the farm and went to chasing city boys
      G                               C                   G
Their mothers pray to Mary that their girls won't turn corrupt
          C    G         C     D          G
Oh, isn't it a pity when Irish girls grow up

[Verse]
   C                                G
Oh god, forgive me saying it, but I swear that it's all true
                                              A7               D
The lord should strike me dead, should this beset the likes of you
     G                                 C                  G
Your lips will not touch alcohol, it's tea that you shall sup
          C    G         C     D          G
Oh, isn't it a pity when Irish girls grow up

[Instrumental]
G    C  G     A7  D  G    C  G     C D G

[Verse]
                                          C                 G
Darling, don't go to the city, you'll get lost there in the crowd
                                          A7                 D
All the boys there in the city, drink and smoke and talk too loud
        G                              C             G
And the women in the city, sneak their whisky from a cup
          C    G         C     D          G
Oh, isn't it a pity when Irish girls grow up
          C    G         C     D          G
Oh, isn't it a pity when Irish girls grow up