Dropkick Murphys ? Fairmount Hill

*Capo on 2nd fret*

First tab, so don?t hate. I love playing the traditional version or this song, so
here it is as modified by the Dropkick Murphys. Slainte!


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Last night as I lay dreaming, of pleasant days gone by
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My mind was bent on rambling, and to Boston I did fly
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I stepped on board a vision, and I followed with the will
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Till at last, I came to anchor at the rocks on Fairmount Hill

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It was on the 23rd of June, one day before the fair
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When Boston?s sons and daughters and friends assembled there
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The young, the old, the brave and the bold, came their duty to fulfill
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At the parish church on Thatcher, a mile from Fairmount Hill

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I went to see old friends there, to see what they might say
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The old ones were all dead and gone, the young ones turning gray
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I met the broker Hughes, he's as odd as ever still
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See I used to crash at his mother's house, when I hung on Fairmount Hill

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I paid a flying visit to my first and only love
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She's as white as any lily, and as gentle as a dove
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She threw her arm around me saying, "Andy I love you still"
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Oh, she's one miss Fayes O?Bailey, the pride of Fairmount Hill

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I dreamt I'd fought a violent war for the hand of this darling gal
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A-gainst an angry jealous foe by the name of Danny Gill


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The clock it rang in the morning, it rang both loud and shrill
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When I awoke in Cali-fornia, many miles from Fairmount Hill