Тональность
D A D An Irish boy was leaving G D Leaving his native home G D Crossing the broad Atlantic E A A7 Once more he wished to roam D A D And as he was leaving his mother G D Who was standing at the quay G D Bm She threw her arms around his waist Em A7 D And this to him did say Chorus: А mother's love's a blessing No matter where you roam Keep her while she's living You'll miss her when she's gone Love her as in childhood Though feeble old and grey For you'll never miss your mother's love Till she's buried beneath the clay And as the years grow older I'll settle down in life And choose a nice young colleen And take her for my wife And as the babies grow older And climb around my knee I'll teach them the very same lesson That my mother thought to me Chorus
