The Bogs Of Shanaheever

A E A My young life has passed and it makes me feel lonely, A D E D A I now look back with pride from the wilds of the prairie A D E D A A/E To watch the red man, the panther and the beaver, A E A A D A but my thoughts wander back to the bogs of Shanaheever A E A Day night or noon in my absence get ready, A D E D A by the light of the moon I’ll meet Master Freddie, A D E D A to him to prepare and be ready for tomorrow, A A E A A D A so it’s my last day coursing on the bogs of Shanaheever. A E A In London for years was a boasting O’Donnell, A D E D A young Willie their used to boast of Dianna, A D E D A but the truth to you I’ll tell, Dianna was the favourite A A E A A D A and Victor took the sway on the bogs of Shanaheever. A E A From the shores of Lough Annagh to the plains of Killbricken, A D E D A beneath the red sun my poor old heart was ticking A D E D A We had made Lethargy for the land that didn’t favour A E A A D A so we crossed over plains to the bogs of Shanaheever A E A The ground it was course and Bruce was long winded, A D E D A for years every bound but the running it was splendid A D E D A The two year old dog he was canny quick and clever A E A A D A but the next sight we saw was his death in Shanaheevar A E A The night Victor died my coursing days were over, A D E D A I sat down and cried like a heart broken lover A D E D A We brought Victor to his grave and we laid him down forever, A E A A D A I paid my passage to New York from the bogs of Shanaheever A E A Ireland my love fare the well forever, A D E D A there is no place on earth I adore with such fervour, A D E D A and when Ireland is free I’ll come back again to see her A E D A But I play a tune forever to the bogs of Shanaheever.