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[G]Greg the miller and the greasy gripper
And [D]what do ye call this man.
[C]She’s a nipper of a Ringsend
Skipper
And [Em]we all call her Gran.
I’ll [G]speak
to granny sure she’ll know of [D]times and things gone past
She’d [C]talk to me of days and years and
[Em]telescope the past.
She [G]told me of the day she thought she’d [D]never see Home Rule
And that [C]anyone
thought otherwise was [D]only bein’ a fool
She [G]taught me all those [Em]simple games and [G]rhymes around the [D]fire
We’d
[C]listen to them patiently and [Am]never seem to [D]tire
She’d [G]told me of the [C]day she shook De Va[Em]lera’s
hand with [D]pride
And the [C]morning [G]that she [Am]knelt and [C]prayed when [Am]Michael Collins [D]died
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She [G]told
me of the day she saw her [D]first big Motor car
As she [C]walked along be Baggot Street she [Em]stood on steps afar
Her
[G]Granny stood beside her bade her [D]hastily move away
For [C]fear that she may stumble off or [D]on its path might stray
But
the [G]thing that she re[Em]membered and she [G]said with-out re[D]morse
That the [C]carriage moved along the road with
[Am]nowhere near a [D]horse.
Now [G]all the history [C]that she told she [Em]used to bring it [D]near
And [C]all the
[G]changes [Am]that she’d [C]seen [Am]right down thru the [D]years.
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Her [G]Father
was a Skipper and in [D]Ringsend had a boat
And [C]how she dressed up as a boy and [Em]spent three days afloat
She [G]loved
a bit of devilment I su[D]ppose all of us do
But you [C]kinda knew the Skipper and sure [D]all the crew they knew
She
was [G]married to me [Em]Granda who [G]used to dance and [D]sing
And we’d [C]have the best of hoolies they [Am]were
fit now for a [D]King
She [G]raised up seven [C]children a [Em]credit to her [D]clan
And [C]five of [G]them were [Am]girls
now [C]and [Am]one of them me [D]Mam
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She [G]always loved
the garden and I [D]used to help her there
She’d [C]lots of flowers and veggies and we’d [Em]handle them with
care
I re[G]member the Laburnum tree she [D]planted in the Spring
When [C]we were young those heafty boughs [D]made
for us a swing
And [G]all the chickens [Em]that she had were [G]locked up in their [D]pens
She [C]said I was the Devil
when [Am]I let out the [D]hens
And [G]when the war was [C]raging she [Em]had to help some [D]way
Two [C]German [G]boys
came [Am]to our [C]house and [Am]many years did [D]stay
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times, fading at the end)
