Beeswing - Christy Moore | Guitar Chords

[Verse 1]
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A      A
 I was eightteen when I came to town they called it the Summer of Love
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BBurning babies, burning flags, as the hawks against the dove
  A
I took a job at the Steaming way down on Caltrim Street
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And they fell in love with a laundry girl, working next to me
      A
Brown hair, zigzagged around her face, a look of half surprise
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Like a fox caught in the headlights, there was animal in her eyes
    A
She said to me, "Can't you see I'm not the factory kind?"
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And if you don't take me out of here,   I'll lose me mind

[Chorus (1)]
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              F#m                   A
But she was a rare thing, fine as a beeswing
                     E/B                  Dadd9
So fine, a breath of wind might blow her away  
              F#m                 A
And she was a lost child, she was running wild
              F#m                E/B                  Dadd9
She said, "So long as there's no price on love, I'll stay  
    Bm               E/B         Dadd9
You wouldn't want me any other way"   

[Verse 2]
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   A
We busked around the market towns, fruit picking down in Kent
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Oh, we could tinker pots and pans or knives wherever we went
        A
We were campin' down the Gower, but the work was mighty good
                                     E/B             D
She wouldn't wait for the harvest and   I thought we should
  A
I said to her, "We'll settle down and get a few acres dug"
                                     E/B           D
With a fire burning in the heart and babies on the rug
    F#m                                  E/B                A
She said, "Oh man, you foolish man, that surely sounds like Hell
                                            E/B           D
You might be Lord of half the world, you'll not own me as well"

[Chorus (2)]
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              F#m                   A
But she was a rare thing, fine as a beeswing
                     E/B                  Dadd9
So fine, a breath of wind might blow her away  
          F#m                 A
She was a lost child, she was running wild
              F#m                E/B                  Dadd9
She said, "So long as there's no price on love, I'll stay  
    Bm               E/B         Dadd9
You wouldn't want me any other way"   

[Verse 3]
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        A
We were drinking more in those days, our tempers reached a pitch
                                         E/B               D
Like a fool, I let her run away when she took the rambling itch
        A
And the last I heard, she is living rough back on the Derby beach
                                              E/B              D
With a bottle of white horse in her pocket, a wolfhound at her feet
     A
They say that she got married once to a man called Romany Brown
             A               E/B              Dadd9
Even a gypsy caravan was too much to settling down 
     F#m                           E/B              A
They say her rose has faded, rough weather and hard booze
D                A                     Dadd9
Maybe that's the price you pay for the chains you refuse

[Chorus (3)]
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              F#m                   A
Oh, she was a rare thing, fine as a beeswing
                         E/B            Dadd9
And I miss her more than ever words can say  
             F#m                 A
If I could just taste all of her wildness now
   F#m              E/B          Dadd9
If I could hold her in my arms today  
  Bm                E/B       Dadd9
I wouldn't want her any other way  

[Outro]
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          F#m                   A
She was a rare thing, fine as a beeswing
  F#m                 E/B               Dadd9             F#m                  A
I miss her more than ever words can say     If I could just taste all of her wildness 
now
   F#m              E/B          Dadd9
If I could hold her in my arms today  
  Bm                E/B       Dadd9
I wouldn't want her any other way  (haya)