Clairemorris

A# D# A# I was walking to town with the sun going down A# F My feet feeling sore from the mileage A# D# A# I was covered in sweat and my clothes were all wet A# F A# Having spent the whole day making silage D# A# When a lady drove up and she came to a stop A# F And says she "Are you going to Claremorris?" A# D# A# Well, she shouted "Get in" with a cute little grin A# F A# And she told me that she was Clare Morris. D# A# She was lovely and fair, and her first name was Clare A# F The daughter of big Mickey Morris A# D# A# But the gleam in her eye was the real reason why A# F A# I fell madly in love with Clare Morris. A# D# A# Now her beauty was rare and I thought then and there A# F How lucky I was to have met her A# D# A# But I felt ill at ease in my old dungarees A# F A# And my wellingtons often smelt better D# A# Oh, but she was so neat from her head to her feet A# F So delightful; she looked very dishy A# D# A# She was tastefully dressed and I sure was impressed A# F A# How she handled her new Mitsubishi. D# A# She was lovely and fair, and her first name was Clare A# F The daughter of big Mickey Morris A# D# A# But the gleam in her eye was the real reason why A# F A# I fell madly in love with Clare Morris. A# D# A# Now I'll never forget the next time that we met A# F Big Tom and his band were in Midas A# D# A# I was having a jar with the boys at the bar A# F A# She came over and stood right beside us D# A# I was wearing a suit and a good dash of Brut A# F And considered myself quite the charmer A# D# A# So I just couldn't wait so I asked her up straight A# F A# "Would you like to come home with a farmer?" D# A# She was lovely and fair, and her first name was Clare A# F The daughter of big Mickey Morris A# D# A# But the gleam in her eye was the real reason why A# F A# I fell madly in love with Clare Morris. A# D# A# Now says she with a laugh "Do you think I'm a calf A# F Or what is the cause of your hurry? A# D# A# Wouldn't I be a twit to be covered in grit A# F A# And smelling like that awful slurry? D# A# If I gave you my hand, 'Sure I'd own half your land A# F And I suppose you'd expect me to plough it A# D# A# Now get on with your dance. You haven't a chance A# F A# For my husband would never allow it." D# A# She was lovely and fair, and her first name was Clare A# F The daughter of big Mickey Morris A# D# A# But the gleam in her eye was the real reason why A# F A# I fell madly in love with Clare Morris.