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Song For Ronnie Drew

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A Song For Ronnie lyrics and guitar chordswritten by Paddy Kelly as a tribute to Ronnie Drew from The Dubliners. Paddy wrote this fine song after visiting the final resting place of Ronnie.

(C)Sitting in  this (F)lonely graveyard (G)looking down on ur (C)grave

(Dm)thinking about the (G)good times, the (Dm)magic memories u (G)gave(C)Surrounded by your (F)presence its so (G) like you’re really (C) here

(Dm)I’ll get this one in (G)Ronnie old pal, (Dm)whiskey or a (G)beer

 

Chorus

        

And I (F)know you’re looking (G)down on me

from a (C) tavern on a (F)cloud

(Dm)With Luke Kelly & (G)Molly Malone, (Dm)heroes of (G)renown

And I (F)know ur sharing a (G)verse or two

With (C)Kavanagh and (F)Padraig Pearse

(Dm)Your memory will live (G)forever, (F)legend after (G)all these years

 

you sailed on the Irish Rover down by the Liffeyside

along the banks of the Royal canal to where our heroes died

you sang the craic and the porter black through the foggy dew

 in the streets the people cried that must be Ronnie Drew

 

Chorus…

 

Was whiskey in the jar old friend that scattered over Tim.

the old woman who lived in the woods, drinking lots of gin,

In the rare auld times I’ll tell me ma when I go home,

Can see you now so many friends, you’ll never walk alone

 

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