{"id":73,"date":"2025-04-15T09:55:52","date_gmt":"2025-04-15T07:55:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.glife.org\/KissMeIamIrish\/?page_id=73"},"modified":"2026-06-12T09:54:27","modified_gmt":"2026-06-12T07:54:27","slug":"007-a-pair-of-brown-eyes","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.glife.org\/KissMeIamIrish\/?page_id=73","title":{"rendered":"007. A pair of brown eyes"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
the Pogues<\/strong><\/td>G-Dur<\/strong> <\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/td>J\u00fcrgen,<\/strong> Sigi Akkordeon<\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
: G<\/strong><\/td>G<\/strong><\/td>Am<\/strong><\/td><\/td>C<\/strong> :<\/td><\/td><\/td>einfach<\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

: One summer evening drunk to hell, I sat there nearly lifeless<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

: An old man in the corner sang, where the waterlilies grow<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

: And on the jukebox Johnny sang, about a thing called love<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

and it’s how are you kid and whats your name, and how would you bloody know<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

In blood and death ’neath a screaming sky, I lay down on the ground<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

And the arms and legs of other men, were scattered all around<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

Some cursed some prayed, some prayed then cursed, then prayed and bled some more<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

And the only thing that. I could see, Was a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

But when we got back labelled parts one to three, There was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me,<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

And a rovin‘ a rovin‘ a rovin‘ I’ll go, For a pair of brown eyes<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Intro….didididilidi, 2x (E).<\/em><\/strong> Harmonika<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

: I looked at him, he looked at me, all I could do was hate him<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

: While Ray and Philomena sang, Of my elusive dreams<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

: I saw the streams, the rolling hills, Where his brown eyes were waiting<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

And I thought about a pair of brown eyes, That waited once for me<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

: So drunk to hell I left the place, Sometimes crawling, sometimes walking<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

: A hungry sound came across the breeze, So I gave the walls a talking<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

: And I heard the sounds of long ago, From the old canal<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

And the birds were whistling in the trees, Where the wind was gently laughing<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

G<\/strong><\/td>Am<\/strong><\/td>C<\/strong><\/td>G<\/strong><\/td><\/td><\/td><\/td><\/td><\/td><\/td><\/td>3 x<\/td><\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

And a rovin‘ a rovin‘ a rovin‘ I’ll go.<\/strong> 3x<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

For a pair of brown eyes, For a pair of brown eyes<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

the Pogues G-Dur J\u00fcrgen, Sigi Akkordeon : G G Am C : einfach : One summer evening drunk to hell, I sat there nearly lifeless : An old man in the corner sang, where the waterlilies grow : And on the jukebox Johnny sang, about a thing called love G Am C G C Am […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-73","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.glife.org\/KissMeIamIrish\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/73","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.glife.org\/KissMeIamIrish\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.glife.org\/KissMeIamIrish\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.glife.org\/KissMeIamIrish\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.glife.org\/KissMeIamIrish\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=73"}],"version-history":[{"count":39,"href":"https:\/\/www.glife.org\/KissMeIamIrish\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/73\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1675,"href":"https:\/\/www.glife.org\/KissMeIamIrish\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/73\/revisions\/1675"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.glife.org\/KissMeIamIrish\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=73"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}