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Fairytale Of New York Song Lyrics Guitar Chords And Sheet Music. 
Shane McGowan.I say this is the best Christmas song of all time and I also say Shane is one of the greatest songwriters of all time.  Tin whistle music notes by Cathal Lynch. I include this song in three keys, the first is in C, then D and also G Major. don't forget to try the capo if the keys don't suit your voice.
 

Key Of D
[A]It was Christmas [D]Eve babe In the [G]drunk tank
An old man [D]said to me, won't see a[A]nother one
And then he [D]sang a song The Rare Old [G]Mountain Dew And I turned my [D]face away And dreamed a[Asus4]bout [D]you,,[A]


Got on a [D]lucky one Came in eigh[G]teen to one
I've got a [D]feeling This year's for [A]me and you
So happy [D]Christmas I love you[G] baby
I can see a [D]better time When all our dreams [Asus4]come [D]true


They've [D]got cars Big as [A]bars They've got [Bm]rivers of [G]gold But the [D]wind goes Right through you
It's no place for the [A]old

When you [D]first took my [Bm]hand on a [D]cold Christmas [G]Eve You [D]promised me Broadway was [A]waiting for [D]me


You were [D]handsome You were pretty
Queen Of New York [A]City When the [D]band finished [G]playing They [A]howled out for [D]more

Si[D]natra was swinging, All the drunks they were [A]singing We [D]kissed on the [G]corner
Then [A]danced through the [D]night


The [G]Boys of the NYPD choir were [D]singing 'Galway [Bm]Bay' And the [D]bells were [G]ringing
[A]Out for Christmas [D]day


[D]You're a bum You're a punk
You're an old slut on [A]junk Lying [D]there almost [G]dead on a [A]drip In that [D]bed


You [D]scum bag You maggot
You cheap lousy [A]faggot Happy [D]Christmas you [G]arse I pray [A]God It's our [D]last.

 

The [G]Boys of the NYPD choir were [D]singing 'Galway [Bm]Bay' And the [D]bells were [G]ringing [A]Out for Christmas [D]day.

 

I [A]could have [D]been someone So could [G]anyone
You took my [D]dreams From me when I first [A]found you I kept them [D]with me babe
I put them [G]with my own Can't make it [D]all alone
I've built my [G]dreams a[A]round [D]you.

 

The [G]Boys of the NYPD choir were [D]singing 'Galway [Bm]Bay' And the [D]bells were [G]ringing
[A]Out for Christmas [D]day. [D,,G,,D,,A,,D,,G,,D,,G,,A]
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Key Of G
[D]It was Christmas [G]Eve babe In the [C]drunk tank
An old man [G]said to me, won't see a[D]nother one
And then he [G]sang a song The Rare Old [C]Mountain Dew
And I turned my [G]face away And dreamed a[Dsus4]bout [G]you,,[D]


Got on a [G]lucky one Came in eigh[C]teen to one
I've got a [G]feeling This year's for [D]me and you
So happy [G]Christmas I love you[C] baby
I can see a [G]better time When all our dreams [Dsus4]come [G]true


They've [G]got cars Big as [D]bars
They've got [Em]rivers of [C]gold But the [G]wind goes
Right through you It's no place for the [D]old


When you [G]first took my [Em]hand on a [G]cold Christmas [C]Eve
You [G]promised me Broadway was [D]waiting for [G]me


You were [G]handsome You were pretty
Queen Of New York [D]City When the [G]band finished [C]playing They [D]howled out for [G]more


Si[G]natra was swinging, All the drunks they were [D]singing
We [G]kissed on the [C]corner Then [D]danced through the [G]night


The [C]Boys of the NYPD choir were [G]singing 'Galway [Em]Bay'
And the [G]bells were [C]ringing [D]Out for Christmas [G]day


[G]You're a bum You're a punk
You're an old slut on [D]junk Lying [G]there almost [C]dead on a [D]drip
In that [G]bed


You [G]scum bag You maggot You cheap lousy [D]faggot
Happy [G]Christmas you [C]arse I pray [D]God
It's our [G]last.


The [C]Boys of the NYPD choir were [G]singing 'Galway [Em]Bay'
And the [G]bells were [C]ringing [D]Out for Christmas [G]day.


I [D]could have [G]been someone So could [C]anyone
You took my [G]dreams From me when I first [D]found you
I kept them [G]with me babe I put them [C]with my own
Can't make it [G]all alone I've built my [C]dreams a[D]round [G]you.


The [C]Boys of the NYPD choir were [G]singing 'Galway [Em]Bay'
And the [G]bells were [C]ringing [D]Out for Christmas [G]day.


It[C] was[F] Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tank
An old[C] man said, "[G]Son, I won't see another one"
And then[C] he sang a[F] song, a rare old mountain tune
I turned[C] my face a[G]way,[C] and I[G] dreamed about you
    
I got on a lucky one, came in at 18/1
I've got a feeling this year's for me and you
So Happy Christmas, I love you baby
There's going to be good times
When all our dreams come true.
      
[C]They've got cars big as bars
They've[F] got rivers of gold
But[C] the wind blows right through you
It's no[G] place for the old
When[C] I first took your hand on a cold Christmas Eve
I told[F] you[G] that Broadway was waiting for me.
    
You were handsome and pretty, queen of New York city
When the band finished playing, the crowd howled for more
Sinatra was swinging, and the crowd they were singing
We kissed on the corner and danced through the night
       
CHORUS   
And[F] the boys from the[C] New York[Am] police choir were singin' Galway Bay
And[F] the bells[G] were ringin'[C] out on Christmas Day
 
I could have been someone and so could anyone
I took my dreams from you when I first met you
I kept them with me, babe, and put them with my own
I can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you.
        
You're[C] a bum[G] you're a[C] punk[F] you're an aul slut on junk
[C]Lyin' there[G] on the[C] drip G]nearly dead in the bed
You[C] scum[G]bag you[C] maggot you cheap lousy faggot
[C]Happy[F] Christ[G]mas me[C] arse, I would rather be dead...
 

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