[G]Kathleen, mavourneen, the grey dawn is breaking,
The[D] horn of the [D7]hunter is[G] heard [D]on the
[G]hill.
The [G]lark from her light wing the bright dew is
[C]shaking,
[G]Kathleen, mavourneen, what! [D7]Slumbering [G]still?
Oh, [Em]hast thou for[B7]gotten how [Em]soon we must[B7]
sever?
Oh, [Em]hast thou for[C]gotten this [Am]day we must[D]
part?
It [G]may be for years, and it may [G7]be for[C]ever,
Then [G]why art thou [D]silent, thou[D7] voice of
my [G]heart?
It [C]may be for [G]years and it[D7] may be for[G]ever,
Then [C]why art thou [G]silent, [D]Kathleen, ma[D7]vourne[G]en?
Kathleen, mavourneen, awake from thy slumbers,
The blue mountains glow in the sun's golden light.
Ah! Where is the spell that once hung on thy numbers,
Arise in thy beauty, thou star of my night!
Mavourneen, mavourneen, my sad tears are falling,
To think that from Erin and thee I must part!
It may be for years, and it may be forever,
Then why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?
It may be for years and it may be forever,
Then why art thou silent, Kathleen, mavourneen?
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[D]Kathleen, mavourneen, the grey dawn is breaking,
The[A] horn of the [A7]hunter is[D] heard [A]on the
[D]hill.
The [D]lark from her light wing the bright dew is
[G]shaking,
[D]Kathleen, mavourneen, what! [A7]Slumbering [D]still?
Oh, [Bm]hast thou for[F#7]gotten how [Bm]soon we must[F#7]
sever?
Oh, [Bm]hast thou for[G]gotten this [Em]day we must[A]
part?
It [D]may be for years, and it may [D7]be for[G]ever,
Then [D]why art thou [A]silent, thou[A7] voice of
my [D]heart?
It [G]may be for [D]years and it[A7] may be for[D]ever,
Then [G]why art thou [D]silent, [A]Kathleen, ma[A7]vourne[D]en?
Kathleen, mavourneen, awake from thy slumbers,
The blue mountains glow in the sun's golden light.
Ah! Where is the spell that once hung on thy numbers,
Arise in thy beauty, thou star of my night!
Mavourneen, mavourneen, my sad tears are falling,
To think that from Erin and thee I must part!
It may be for years, and it may be forever,
Then why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?
It may be for years and it may be forever,
Then why art thou silent, Kathleen, mavourneen?
