Karan Casey - Town Of Athlone

      [Intro]
Am    C  Em  Am    C  Em

[Verse]
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In the town of Athlone there's a young woman walking
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And wrapped around her baby, a shawl, and she speaks
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Of the passing of rings to the uniformed soldiers
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The price of a ribbon, their fortune to speak

[Verse]
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Well, their fortune she speaks and she speaks of a river
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Whose silvery barrows and moorlands beneath
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Where a gun battle raged and the hero for Ireland
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Would soon lie down dead, dead at her feet

[Verse]
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At the feet of the virgin in the grotto of Annah
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She sings to her baby in the old styles bequeathed
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And she lilts and laments and enchants all in hearing
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With songs of her people and melodies sweet

[Chorus]
      Em      C    G        Am
Sweet silvery Nore River is rolling
              D         Em
Over an Irish soldier's grave
               C  G      Am
And the vestry bells are tolling
         C     Em     Am
Over the ashes of his grave

[Instrumental]
Am    Em  Dm    Am

[Verse]
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In the freeborn land of the travelling people
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Lies Nioclas Mullins, the pride of Cullbawn
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Yet unmarked beside him, the bride of his union
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Who carried our music in a black gypsy shawl

[Chorus]
      Em      C    G        Am
Sweet silvery Nore River is rolling
              D         Em
Over an Irish soldier's grave
               C  G      Am
And the vestry bells are tolling
         C     Em     Am
Over the ashes of his grave

[Chorus]
      Em      C    G        Am
Sweet silvery Nore River is rolling
              D         Em
Over an Irish soldier's grave
               C  G      Am
And the vestry bells are tolling
         C     Em     Am
Over the ashes of his grave
         C     Em     Am
Over the ashes of his grave
         C     Em     Am
Over the ashes of his grave