Flogging Molly - The Ol' Beggars Bush - Chords
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The accoustic guitar strums the following chords.

Verses: G   D   C   G
		G   D   C D G
Chorus:	 D   G
         C   D  G
		 (or sometimes: C   D   Em)
Intro/Fiddle-bits: same as verses

Here are the lyrics -- which I haven't typed, they're appropriated from
another site -- with a few indications on how to play.

G
Stuck on limbo bridge
      D
Where below me ol' Nick grins
     C                              G
Then laughs through the chaos of it all
D
Gets up off his chair
        D
Spins a jig to my despair
         C                 D                  G
He can't wait to count the times where I went wrong

Underneath the bush, lay a beggar out of luck
On his lips, was a taste he forgets
His hopes were filled with sand
That he watched fall through his hand
Every grain, was a lifetime of regret

          D                 G
So go and bow your head and weep
         C           D                G
For your world won't change while you sleep
             D                 G
Yeah, go and bow your head and weep
        C               D            G
For the summer that was lost, now is gone

Fertile Mrs. Moore had thirteen kids
But still looked good
Till her ol' man jumped leave on a ship
She never read a book
But by Christ she understood
That the meanin' of life
Starts in bed

          D                 G
So go and bow your head and weep
         C           D                G
For your world won't change while you sleep
             D                 G
Yeah, go and bow your head and weep
        C               D            Em
For the summer that was lost, now is gone
        C               D            G
For the summer that was lost, now is gone

Killer Kilbain kicked me senseless everyday
I hope that bastard is beneath a head of stone
Where I'd dance upon his grave
For all the madness I now crave
While the scars that remain are still a curse

So I'm stuck on a limbo bridge
Where below me ol' Nick grins
Then laughs through the chaos of it all
Gets up off his chair
Spins a jig to my despair
He can't wait to count the times where I went wrong
Yeah, he can't wait to count the times where I went wrong

(He repeats the last line several times, and the second to last time
he plays with an Em chord instead of a G)

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Cheers!