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#From: Elizabeth B. Myers
#To: weis0010@gold.tc.umn.edu
#Date: Sat, 23 Jul 1994 17:39:11 -0400 (EDT)
#Subject: re: lorelei.crd
#Try these changes. I play it along with the album and it sounds right.
#The intro progression is somewhat different, but I think it’s just an
#E-A-B-A kind of thing. Let me know if you think this is better.
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#Liz Myers
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You told me tales of love and glory
Same old sad song, same old story
Sirens sing a lullaby
And no one knows but Lorelei
Castles out of fairy tales
Timbers shiver where once there sailed
A lovesick man who caught her eye
And no one knew but Lorelei
CHORUS: River, river have mercy
Take me down to the sea
For if I perish on these rocks
My love no more I’ll see
I’ve thought of you in far-off places
Puzzled over lipstick traces
So help me God, I will not try
And then I think of Lorelei
I’ve traveled far and wandered wide
An old photograph of you beside me
Old Man River seems so shy (?)
And he remembers Lorelei
CHORUS
If I should float upon this stream
And see you in my madman’s dream
I’d sink into your troubled eyes
And none would know save Lorelei
CHORUS: Oh, river river river have mercy…
But if my ship which sails tomorrow
Should crash against these rocks, my sorrows
I will drown, before I die
It’s you I’ll see, not Lorelei
I-I-I
Outro: E A2 (repeat & end on E)

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#From: HISCAP@LUSTA.LATROBE.EDU.AU (PERRETT,Andrew)
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#The Broad Majestic Shannon The Pogues
The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks
There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks
You sang me a song as pure as the breeze
on a road leading up Glenaveigh
I sat for a while at the cross at Finnoe
Where young lovers would meet when the flowers were in bloom
Heard the men coming home from the fair at Shinrone
Their hearts in Tipperary wherever they go
Take my hand, and dry your tears babe
Take my hand, forget your fears babe
There’s no pain, there’s no more sorrow
They’re all gone, gone in the years babe
I sat for a while by the gap in the wall
Found a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball
Heard the cards being dealt, and the rosary called
And a fiddle playing Sean Dun na nGall
And the next time I see you we’ll be down at the Greeks
There’ll be whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks
For it’s stupid to laugh and it’s useless to bawl
About a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball
So I walked as the day was dawning
Where small birds sang and leaves were falling
Where we once watched the row boats landing
By the broad majestic Shannon