[Intro]
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I hear a bird, London-derry bird.
C G7 C
It well may be he's bringing me a cheering word.
C G7 C G7 C
I hear a breeze, a River Shannon breeze.
C G7 C
It may well be it's followed me across the seas.
G7 C
Then tell me please...
[Verse]
(in 3/4)
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How are things in Glocca Morra?
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Is that little brook still leaping there?
Does it still run down through Donny Cove?
C
Through Killybegs? Killkerry and Kildare?
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How are things in Glocca Morra?
G7
Is that willow tree still weeping there?
Does that lassie with the twinkling eye come smiling by
C
and does she walk away sad and dreamy there not to see me there.
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So I ask each weeping willow and each brook along the way,
F G7 C
And each lass that comes a-whistling to relay,
F G7 C
How are things in Glocca Morra this fine day?
