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From: Wes Jester 
Subject: ?IRISH//Only_our_Rivers_Run_Free.crd
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                                   Only Our Rivers
                                                   CAPO  none 

          G                 D            G
          When apples still grow in November
               C              G               D
          When blossoms still bloom from each tree
               C                           G
          When leaves are still green in December
               D             Bm           Em
          It's then that our land will be free
            C                        G
          I wander her hills and her valleys
              C                         D
          And still through my sorrow I see
            C                        G
          A land that has never know freedom
              D        Bm         Em 
          And only her rivers run free

          I drink to the death of her manhood
          Those men who'd rather have died
          Than to live in the cold chains of bondage
          To bring back thier rights were denied
          Oh where are you now that we need you
          What burns where the flame used to be
          Are ye gone like the snows of last winter
          And will only our ivers run free

          How sweet is life but we're crying
          How mellow the wine but we're dry
          How fragrant the rose but it's dying
          How gentle the wind but it sighs
          What good is in youth when it's aging
          What joy is in eyes that can't see
          When there's sorrow in sunshine and laughter
          And still only our rivers run free