Fairytale Of New York taby ukulele według Pogues

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It was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tank,
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an old man said, Son, I won't see another one.
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And then he sang a song,  The Rare Old Mountain Dew
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I turned my eyes away, and I thought about you.

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I got on a lucky one, came in at 18 to 1,
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I've got a feeling this year's for me and you.
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So Happy Christmas, always love you baby,
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there's going to be good times when all our dreams come true.

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They've got cars big as bars, they've got rivers of gold,
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but the wind blows right through you, it's no place for the old.
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When I first took your hand on a cold Christmas Eve,
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hope, I told you that Broadway was waiting for me.

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You were handsome and pretty, queen of New York city,
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when the band finished playing, the crowd howled for more.
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Sinatra was swinging, and the crowd they were singing,
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so we kissed on the corner and danced round the floor.
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And the boys from the New York police choir were singin' Galway Bay,
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and the bells were ringin' out on Christmas Day.

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I could have been someone and so could anyone,
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I took my dreams from you when I first met you.
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I kept them with me, babe, and I put them with my own,
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I can't make it all alone, I've built my dreams around you.

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You're a bum, you're a punk you're an aul hoor on junk,
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lyin' there on the drip nearly dead in the bed.
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You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot,
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Happy Christmas me arse, I would rather be dead.
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And the boys from the New York police choir were singin' Galway Bay,
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and the bells were ringin' out on Christmas Day.

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I love you baby, 
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I've got a feeling this year's to me and you.
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So Happy Christmas, always love you baby,
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there's going to be good times when all our dreams come true.
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So, Happy Christmas, I love you, baby.