{"id":144,"date":"2025-04-15T15:45:09","date_gmt":"2025-04-15T13:45:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.glife.org\/KissMeIamIrish\/?page_id=144"},"modified":"2026-06-12T14:21:33","modified_gmt":"2026-06-12T12:21:33","slug":"031-raggle-taggle-gypsy","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.glife.org\/KissMeIamIrish\/?page_id=144","title":{"rendered":"031. Beewing"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
Christy Moore<\/td>G-Dur<\/strong><\/td>Sigi<\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Verse 1<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

G<\/td>D<\/td><\/td>G<\/td><\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

I was 18 when I came to town , they called it the summer of love<\/p>\n\n\n\n

D<\/td>Em<\/td><\/td>D<\/td>C<\/td><\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Burnin‘ babies burnin‘ flags the hawks against the dove<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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G<\/td>D<\/td><\/td><\/td>G<\/td><\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

I took a job at the steaming way down on Caltrim Street <\/p>\n\n\n\n

G<\/td>Em<\/td>D<\/td>C<\/td><\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Fell in love with a laundry girl that was workin‘ next to me<\/p>\n\n\n\n

G<\/td>D<\/td><\/td>G<\/td><\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Brown hair zig-zagged around her face and a look of half surprise<\/p>\n\n\n\n

G<\/td>Em<\/td>D<\/td>C<\/td><\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Like a fox caught in the headlights there was animal in her eyes<\/p>\n\n\n\n

G<\/td>D<\/td>G<\/td>D<\/td><\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

She said to me can\u2019t you see I\u2019m not the factory kind<\/p>\n\n\n\n

G<\/td>Em<\/td>D<\/td>C<\/td><\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

If you don\u2019t take me out of here I\u2019ll lose my mind<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Chorus<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/td>Em<\/td>G<\/td><\/td><\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

She was a rare thing fine as a bee\u2019s wing <\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/td><\/td>C<\/td><\/td><\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

So fine a breath of wind might blow her away<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/td>Em<\/td>G<\/td><\/td><\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

She was a lost child, she was runnin\u2019 wild (she said<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Chorus<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/td>D<\/td>C<\/td><\/td><\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

So long as theres no price on love I\u2019ll stay <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Am<\/td>D<\/td>C<\/td>C\/G<\/td><\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

You wouldn\u2019t want me any other way<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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We busked around the market towns fruit pickin down in Kent <\/p>\n\n\n\n

We could tinker pots and pans or knives wherever we went<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We were campin down the Gower, the work was mighty good<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She wouldn\u2019t wait for the harvest, I thought we should<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I said to her we\u2019ll settle down, get a few acres dug <\/p>\n\n\n\n

With a fire burning in the hearth and babbies on the rug<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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She said Oh man you foolish man that surely sounds like hell<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You might be lord of half the world, you\u2019ll not own me as well <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Chorus<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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We were drinking more in those days our tempers reached a pitch<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Like a fool I let her run away when she took the rambling itch <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Last I heard she was living rough back on the Derby beat<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A bottle of White Horse in her pocket, a Wolfhound at her feet<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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They say that she got married once to a man called Romany Brown<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Even a gypsy caravan was too much like settlin\u2019 down<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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They say her rose has faded, rough weather and hard booze<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Maybe thats the price you pay for the chains that you refuse <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Chorus<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Gitarrensolo<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Chorus<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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