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w: I close my eyes and pic-ture the em-erald of the sea 
w:I wish that I could spend~an hour at Dub-lin’s churn-ing surf
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w:From the fish-ing boats at Din-gle to the shores of Don-agha-dea
w:I'd_ love to watch the farm-er drain the bog and spade the turf
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w:I miss the Ri-ver Shan-non, and the folks at Skib-ber-een.
w:To see a-gain the thatch-ing of the straw the wo-men clean
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w:The moor-lands and the mea-dows with their for-ty shades of green.
w:I'd walk from Cork to Larne to see the for-ty shades of green
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w:But most of all I miss a girl in Tip-per-ar-y town.
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w:And most of all I miss her lips as soft as ei-der-down.
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w:A-gain I want to see and do the things we've done and seen
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w:Where the breeze is sweet as Sha-li-mar and there's for-ty shades of green.
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FORTY SHADES OF GREEN (J. Cash)

I [C]close my eyes and picture the [F]emerald of the sea,
From the fishing boats at [C]Dingle to the [D7]shores of Duna[G7]dee.
I [C]miss the River Shannon and the [F] folks at Skipparee,
The moorlands and the [C]midlands [C#dim]with their [Dm7]forty [G7]shades of [C]green.
But [F]most of all I [G7]miss a girl in [C]Tipperary town,
And [F]most of all I [G7]miss her lips as [C]soft as eider[G7]down.
A[C]gain I want to see and do the [F]things we've done and seen,
Where the breeze is sweet as [C]Shalimar, [C#dim]and there's[Dm7]forty [G7]shades of [C]green.

I wish that I could spend an hour at Dublin's churning surf;
I'd love to watch the farmers drain the bogs and spade the turf;
To see again the thatching of straw the women glean.
I'd walk from Cork to Larne to see their forty shades of green.
But most of all I miss a girl in Tipperary town,
And most of all I miss her lips as soft as eiderdown.
Again I want to see and do the things we've done and seen,
Where the breeze is sweet as Shalimar, and there's forty shades of green.

FORTY SHADES OF GREEN (J. Cash)

I close my eyes and picture the emerald of the sea 
From the fishing boats at Dingle to the shores of Donaghadea
I miss the River Shannon, and the folks at Skibbereen.
The moorlands and the meadows with their forty shades of green.

But most of all I miss a girl in Tipperary town.
And most of all I miss her lips as soft as eiderdown.
Again I want to see and do the things we've done and seen
Where the breeze is sweet as Shalamar
And there's forty shades of green.

I wish that I could spend an hour at Dublin’s churning surf
I'd love to watch the farmer drain the bog and spade the turf
To see again the thatching of the straw the women clean
I'd walk from Cork to Larne to see the forty shades of green

But most of all I miss a girl in Tipperary town
And most of all I miss her lips as soft as eiderdown
Again I want to see and do the things we've done and seen
Where the breeze is sweet as Shalamar
And there's forty shades of green