Christy Moore - Smoke and strong whiskey

K^Gids wear white garters and s^Cmell like their mothers Whose h^Fusbands and fathers al^Cike Drink black be^Ger in the same public h^Fouses S^Fmelling of sm^Goke and strong w^Chiskey

Ma^Gmmies and daddies and sk^Cipping ropes Lect^Fures from priests, ^Cliving in hope T^Ghey've not mistaken the br^Fand of their coats Pa^Fid for by their sp^Giritual t^Ceachings

A b^Gusy year this, the str^Ceets running red H^Fow many sent to a n^Cuptial bed And how m^Gany sent home to a w^Finter of graves And how m^Fany wait ^Gin for the s^Claughter

^COh ^F the h^Goly ground Ce^Fud mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to s^Gee ^COh ^F the h^Goly ground The ^Ffar away hills ain't as green as they once used to b^Ge

It's E^Gaster again and we c^Cannot forget B^Frothers and sisters and a^Cll that was said So pr^Gactice your pipes, stand pr^Foud in the wet But the e^Fyes of the w^Gorld are up^Con you

G^God in his mercy has g^Civen us men To l^Fead us to peace but they c^Can't bring an end To the p^Grofits that pay off the le^Fase on the land We st^Fill send them ^Gover the w^Cater

S^Geventeen years and Ke^Clly's a man Who s^Ftands on the street with a g^Cun in his hand He's Prot^Gecting the pipers that p^Flay in the band While the e^Fnemy wa^Gits with an a^Crmy

^COh ^F the h^Goly ground ^FCeud mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to s^Gee ^COh ^F the h^Goly ground The f^Far away hills ain't as green as they once used to ^Gbe

^GDia le hEireann, s^Cuckle the empire ^FDia le hEireann, s^Cuffer the loss Of the gr^Geen to the blue while the ^Fmedia feeds On the bl^Food and the pa^Gin and the h^Catred

^GFather walks home on the c^Colourless night And the o^Frganisation has b^Clinded his sight His w^Gife and his kids are s^Cleeping tonight In the a^Frms of sweet Jesus and M^Gary

^COh ^F the h^Goly ground ^FCeud mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to s^Gee ^COh ^F the h^Goly ground The f^Far away hills ain't as green as they once used to ^Gbe