The Setting Mary From Dungloe chords by Show Of Hands

Verse 1:
      A     Asus2/G#  D/F#          E
I’ll never forget the walk to the station,
D            Asus2/C#         A              E *
Me with your suitcase being brotherly and strong
     A/C#           D  Dmaj7      E      F#m
And trying to make light of the whole situation,
     D         Asus2/C#   E/B                Dsus2   D  E
In light conversation we moved through the throng

Verse 2:
     A           Asus2/G#         D/F#             E
And you with your bright eyes and best dress for travelling
D       Asus2/C#           A          E *
Me in my work clothes, unshaven and plain,
   A/C#    D Dmaj7   E        F#m
I fully intended to put in a half day
     D        Asus2/C#           E/B        Dsus2   D  E
But my good intentions went with you on the train.

Verse 3:
        A         Asus2/G#      D/F#              E
And I never looked back as the train left the station,
        D       Asus2/C#      A        E *
Crossed over the roadway and into the park,
     A/C#       D Dmaj7    E          F#m
And there in a bar     an old man was singing,
    D           Asus2/C#   E/B           D  E      A
And I sat there drinking until it grew dark - so dark

Verse 4:
     A       E           D   A        D      E       A
Oh, fare ye well, sweet Donegal, the Rosses and Gweedore.
      A       E       D   E          D       A      F#m    E
I'm crossing the main ocean, where plunging billows roar.
      A       E         D     E            D         A    F#m    E
It breaks my heart for us to part, we’ve spent many happy days
A               E            D  A         D          E   A
Far away from friends and relations, I'm bound for Amerikay.

Verse 5:
   A               E         D         A
I wish          I was   in sweet  Dungloe,
And now all the stars were hidden by rain clouds,
      D         E             A
and seated      on      the grass
The song of the old man     locked in my brain,
     A        E            D          E
And by   my side        a bottle  of wine
For all emigration is the curse of the nation
     D            A         F#m          E
and on       my knee      a lass.
The setting now fitting his sad sweet refrain.
     A               E                        D       E
I'd call        for liquor                    of the best
spoken:: And above all the roar of the town was the blue sky,
         D                   A           F#m         E
and I'd pay               before I would go
    I heard the birds singing for       sung::the dawning of the day?
          A          E            D         A
And I'd roll     my Mary          in      my arms
   And there was no help from the city forthcoming,?
        D        E             A
in the town of sweet      Dungloe.
    No sympathy numbing your going away.