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
