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I[C] took a train to[Am] Belfast, first[C] time for[G7] fifteen[C] years
To[C] see my friend McClory and en[F]joy
the crack and [G7]beers
No[C]stalgia made me mellow, and the[G7] whiskey brought the tears
When the[C] barman said "Mc[Am]Clory;
haven't[F] seen him[G7] round in[C] years.
Where[C] is he then I said[Am] to him, where[C] is that [G7]friend of[C]
mine
That[C] hard man who once sang the sash in Sas[F]katchewan's foul[G7] clime
That[C] lagan lovin' shipyard son who[G7]
took the plane with me
A[C]way from Belfast[Am] daydreams in the[F] days of [G7]sixty-[C]three.
There were times
with that McClory, we could not see eye-to-eye
So we traded friendly insults, and we were not afraid to cry
An ill matched
pair of Paddies and all we had was snow
Two Irishmen so different in a land we didn't know
(repeats first verse)
Sure
he's been gone since eighty, said a docker drinking brew
On a promise to Autrailia there was no one left he knew
The
guns and bombs fair broke his heart not knowing right from wrong
I went silent and to the station, there was
more than McClory gone
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