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Blarney Roses lyrics and chords

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The Blarney Roses Grow lyrics and guitar chords. Traditional, recorded by Fiddlers Green. Irish folk song.

[D]Can anybody tell me where the Blarney Roses grow?
It may be down in Limerick town or[G] over in Mayo.
It's some[D]where in the Em'rald Isle, but[G] this I want to know:
Can [D]anybody tell me where the[G] Blarney Roses [D]grow
 
'Twas over in ould Ireland near the town of Cushendall,
One morn I met a damsel there, the fairest of them all.
'Twas with my young affections and my money did she go,
And she told me she belonged to where the Blarney Roses grow
 
Her cheeks were like the roses, her hair a raven hue.
Before that she was done with me, she had me raving too.
She left me sorely stranded, not a coin she left, you know,
And she told me she belonged to where the Blarney Roses grow
 
They've roses in Killarney, and the same in County Clare,
But 'pon my word those roses, boys, I can't see anywhere.
She blarney'd me and, by the powers, she left me broke -- ho, ho! --
Did this damsel that belonged to where the Blarney Roses grow.
 
Acushla gra-machree, me boys, she murmured soft, did she,
"If you belong to Ireland, it's yourself belongs to me."
Her Donegal come-all-ye brogue, it captured me, you know.
Bad scram to her and that same place, where the Blarney Roses grow

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