G C G A7 D G [Verse] C G Darling, don't go to the city, you'll get lost there in the crowd A7 D All the boys there in the city, drink and smoke and talk too loud G C G The women in the city, sneak their whisky from a cup C G C D G Oh, isn't it a pity when Irish girls grow up [Verse] C G Have you heard of Mary Gilligan, she's gone about three weeks A7 D She's painted up her lips, when all the colour left her cheeks G C G She never goes to Mass no more, she gave her virtue up C G C D G Oh, isn't it a pity when Irish girls grow up [Verse] C G Have you heard about the Cooneys, the Russells and Malloys A7 D Their girls all left the farm and went to chasing city boys G C G Their mothers pray to Mary that their girls won't turn corrupt C G C D G Oh, isn't it a pity when Irish girls grow up [Verse] C G Oh god, forgive me saying it, but I swear that it's all true A7 D The lord should strike me dead, should this beset the likes of you G C G Your lips will not touch alcohol, it's tea that you shall sup C G C D G Oh, isn't it a pity when Irish girls grow up [Instrumental] G C G A7 D G C G C D G [Verse] C G Darling, don't go to the city, you'll get lost there in the crowd A7 D All the boys there in the city, drink and smoke and talk too loud G C G And the women in the city, sneak their whisky from a cup C G C D G Oh, isn't it a pity when Irish girls grow up C G C D G Oh, isn't it a pity when Irish girls grow up
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