intro: A - E

1. A young gentlemanA came riding past,
    on a snow-blEue winter's day.
    He askeAd to drink by our fire
    and I was pleased toE let him stay.
    He drank Athere quietly for a while,
    and then he turned anEd said to me :

    "Your eyes are green like suAmmer grass,                  E 
    your lips are red, likAe a fresh cut rose.           E 
    Your hair is soft, liAke an Irish stream,         E 
    and your voice isA filled with sweet beauty."   E 

    And the last woDrds I heard him say
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were, " I shall return, for you, my love, on Christmas Day.

2. And the night wAill come, but I won't sleep,
    as I watcEh the stars that lead him.
    I caAnnot place where he is,
    but stilEl my heart goes with him,
    I'm savAing all my Sunday clothes
    for the day tEhat I'll be leaving.







    FatAher knows, my sister knowsE,
    and my friends, Athey're happy for me.           E 
    And the priest he says, you shAould thank God,                      E 
    for the blessAing, of such beauty.         E 

    And the last woDrds I heard him say
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were, " I shall return, for you, my love, on Christmas Day.
    " I shall return,A for you, my Dlove, on CEhristmas Day.                        [-]  A 

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    And the last wDords I heard him say,
    were the last fiswords I ever    E    he[-]arB7d him sa...y.          [-]  E 

    " I shall return,A for you, my Dlove, on CEhristmas Day.
    I swearA, I will Dreturn,E on Christmas Day.
    YeAs, I shall Dreturn,E on Christmas Day.
    I shalAl returDn, for you, Eon Christmas Day.
    My loveA, I will Dreturn,E on Christmas Day.
    I shalAl returDn, for you, Eon Christmas Day....."