The Bogs Of Shanaheever chords by Kieran Coyne

Key: E



Verse 1:
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My young life has passed and it makes me feel lonely
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I now look back with pride from the wilds of the prairie
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To watch the red man, the panther and the beaver
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but my thoughts wander back to the bogs of Shanaheever


Verse 2:
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Day night or noon in my absence get ready
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by the light of the moon I’ll meet Master Freddie
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to him to prepare and be ready for tomorrow
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so it’s my last day coursing on the bogs of Shanaheever.

Verse 3:
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In London for years was a boasting O’Donnell
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young Willie their used to boast of Dianna
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but the truth to you I’ll tell
Dianna was the favourite
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and Victor took the sway on the bogs of Shanaheever.


Verse 4:
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From the shores of Lough Annagh to the plains of Killbricken
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beneath the red sun my poor old heart was ticking
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We had made Lethargy for the land that didn’t favour
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so we crossed over plains to the bogs of Shanaheever


Verse 5:
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The ground it was course and Bruce was long winded
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for years every bound but the running it was splendid
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The two year old dog he was canny quick and clever
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but the next sight we saw was his death in Shanaheevar


Verse 6:
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The night Victor died my coursing days were over
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I sat down and cried like a heart broken lover
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We brought Victor to his grave and we laid him down forever
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I paid my passage to New York from the bogs of Shanaheever


Verse 7:
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Ireland my love fare the well forever
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there is no place on earth I adore with such fervour
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and when Ireland is free I’ll come back again to see her
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But I play a tune forever to the bogs of Shanaheever.