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From: Wes Jester 
Subject: /IRISH/WildRover.crd
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                                    The Wild Rover



          G                                      C
          I've been a wild rover, for many's the year
               G            D                    G
          I've spent all me money on whiskey and beer
                                                   C
          But now I'm returning with gold in great store
                G          D                      G
          And I never will play the wild rover no more


                            D        D7
          CHO:     And it's no, nay, never (clap-clap-clap-clap)
                   G                  C
                   No, nay, never, no more
                          G             C
                   Will I play the wild rover
                       G      D  G
                   No, never, no more

          I went to an ale house, I used to frequent
          And I told the landlady me money was spent
          I asked her for credit, she answered my nay
          Such a custom as yours I can get any day

          (chorus)

          I brought from my pocket, ten souvereigns bright
          And the landladys eyes opened wide with delight
          She said I have whiskeys and wines of the best
          And the words that I told you were only in jest

          (chorus)

          I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done
          And I'll ask that the pardon their prodigal son
          And if the caress me, as oft times before
          I never will play the wild rover no more

          (chorus)