{t:Cavan Girl}
{artist:Thom Moore}

As I [C]walk the ro[G]ad from [Am]Killash[Em]andra,[F] weary [G]I sit [C]down
For it's [C]twelve long [G]miles aro[Am]und the [Em]lake to [F]get to [Em]Cavan [F]town
Though [C]Oughter [G]and the [Am]road I [Em]go once [F]seemed bey[Em]ond comp[F]are
Now [C]I curse the[G] time it [Am]takes to [Em]reach my [F]Cavan [G]girl so [C]fair


The [C]autumn [G]shades are [Am]on the [Em]leaves, the [F]trees will [G]soon be [C]bare
Each [C]red-gold [G]leaf aro[Am]und me [Em]seems the [F]colour [Em]of her [F]hair
My [C]gaze re[G]treats to [Am]find my [Em]feet and [F]once ag[Em]ain I [F]sigh
For the [C]broken [G]pools of [Am]sky rem[Em]ind me of the [F]colour [G]of her [C]eyes

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At the [C]Cavan [G]Cross each [Am]Sunday [Em]morning [F]there she [G]can be [C]found
And she [C]seems to [G]have the [Am]eye of [Em]every [F]boy in [Em]Cavan [F]town
If my [C]luck will [G]hold I'll [Am]have the [Em]golden [F]summer [Em]of her [F]smile
And to [C]break the [G]hearts of [Am]Cavan [Em]men, she'll [F]talk to [G]me a [C]while


[C]Sunday [G]evening [Am]finds me [Em]homeward [F]- Killash[G]andra [C]bound
To [C]work the [G]week, till [Am]I ret[Em]urn and [F]court in [Em]Cavan [F]town
When [C]asked if [G]she would [Am]be my [Em]bride at [F]least she'd [Em]not said "[F]no"
So next [C]Sunday [G]morning, [Am]rouse mys[Em]elf, and [F]back to [G]her I'll [C]go


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As I [C]walk the ro[G]ad from [Am]Killash[Em]andra,[F] weary [G]I sit [C]down
For it's [C]twelve long [G]miles aro[Am]und the [Em]lake to [F]get to [Em]Cavan [F]town
Though [C]Oughter [G]and the [Am]road I [Em]go once [F]seemed bey[Em]ond comp[F]are
Now [C]I curse the[G] time it [Am]takes to [Em]reach my [F]Cavan [G]girl so [C]fair