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Em G  D  G  Em D	Near to Banbridge town, in the County Down, one morning in July
Em G D G  C D Em	Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen and she smiled as she passed me by
G  Am G  Em D		She looked so neat from her two white feet to the sheen of her nut-brown hair
Em G D Em C D Em	Such a (Sure the)coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself, to make sure I was standing there


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G  Am G  Em D		From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town
Em G D Em C D Em	No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen that I met in County Down


Em G  D  G  Em D	As she onward sped, sure I shook my head and I gazed with a feeling quare
Em G  D  G  C  D	EmAnd I said, says I to a passer-by, who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?
G  Am G   Em   D	He smiled at me and with pride says he, that's the gem of Irelands crown
Em G D Em C D Em	She's young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann, she's the star of the County Down 

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Em G  D  G  Em D	She'd a soft brown eye and a look so sly and a smile like the rose in June
Em G  D  G  C  D	And you held each note from her lily-white throat, as she lilted an Irish tune
G  Am G   Em   D	At the pattern dance you were in trance as she tripped through a jig or reel
Em G D Em C D Em	When her eyes she'd roll, she would lift soul as your heart she would likely steal

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Em G  D  G  Em D	At the harvest fair she'll be surely there and I'll dress my Sunday clothes
Em G  D  G  C  D	With my shoes shon bright and my hat cocked right for a smile from the nut-brown Rose
G  Am G   Em   D	No pipe I smoke, no horse I'll yoke, let my plough with the rust turns brown
Em G D Em C D Em	Till a smiling bride  by my own fireside sits the star of the County Down

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of akkoorden :: or :chords

Verse: 
Em/C/G/D/Em/C/D/Em/C/G/D/Em/C/Em/G/Em/C/D/G/Em/D/Em/C/G/D/Em /C/Em

Chorus:
G/Em/C/D/Em/C/D/Em/C/G/D/Em/C/D/Em

              G
Come and listen for a moment, lads,
                           C
And hear me tell my tale.
      G                   D
How across the sea from England
  C                                           D
I was conpelled (condemned) to sail.
         G
the jury says me guilty,
                         C
Then says the judge, says he,
           G                    D
"Oh, for life, Jim Jones, I'm sending you
  C             D         G
Across the stormy sea.
     C
And take a tip before you ship
     G
To join the iron gang.
       C
Don't be too gay in Botany Bay,
    G                  D
Or else you'll surely hang.
    G
Or else you'll surely hang," says he.
                      C
"And after that, Jim Jones,
      G                  D
high upon the gallows tree
      C                   G
The crows will pick your bones."

you' ll have no change for missed your thing
remember what i say
they flog the out of you
out there at Botany Bay,

The waves were high  upon the see With the storms ragin' round us,
And the winds a-blowin' gales,
I'd rather have drowned in misery
Than gone to New South Wales.
the waves were high upon the sea
Then pirates came along,
But the soldiers on our convict ship
Were full five hundred strong.
they opened fire and somehow drove
That pirate ship away.
I'd rather joined that pirate ship
Tan come to Botany Bay.

Now it's day and night and the irons clang,
And like poor galley slaves
We toil and toil, and when we die
Must fill dishonored graves,
but by and by I'll break my chains,
Well, into the bush I'll go
And I'll join the bravest rankers there,
Jack Donohue and co.
And some dark night, when everything
Is silent in the town
I'll kill the tyrants one and all,
I'll shoot the flogger down.
Oh, I'll give the low a little shock,
Remember what I say,
And they'll yet regret they've sent Jim Jones
In chains to Botany Bay.
 

[D] For fame and for fortune I [G] wandered the [D] earth,
And [G] now I've come [D] back to the land of my [A] birth;
I brought back my [D] treasures [D7] but only to [G] find,
They're less than the [D] pleasures [A] I first left [D] behind.

For these are my mountains and [G] this is my [D] glen,
The [G] hills of my [D] childhood will know me [A] again;
No land's ever [D] claimed me [D7] though far I did [G] roam,
For these are my [D] mountains [A] and I'm going [D] home.

The stream by the road sings at [G] my going [D] by,
The [G] birds overhead [D] wing their welcoming [A] cry;
The bay where the [D] gulls fly [D7] at last I can [G] see,
It's here that my [D] heart lies, [A] it's here I'll be [D] free.

For these are my mountains and [G] this is my [D] glen,
The [G] hills of my [D] childhood will know me [A] again;
No land's ever [D] claimed me [D7] though far I did [G] roam,
For these are my [D] mountains [A] and I'm going [D] home.

Old faces will meet me and [G] welcome me [D] in,
How [G] they will [D] greet me, my old friends and [A] kin;
At night by the [D] fireside [D7] old songs will be [G] sung,
At last I'll be [D] hearing [A] my own mother [D] tongue.

For these are my mountains and [G] this is my [D] glen,
The [G] hills of my [D] childhood will know me [A] again;
No land's ever [D] claimed me [D7] though far I did [G] roam,
For these are my [D] mountains [A] and I'm going [D] home.