Fairytale Of New York - The Pogues


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***Fairytale Of New York - by Shane MacGowan/Jem Finer
from the album "If I Should Fall From Grace With God"

Fairytale of New York - as perfomed by The Pogues

  

   
              

              
It was Christm

             
as Eve babe In

     
 the drunk tan

k
             
An old man sai

              
d to me, won't

           
 see another o

             
ne  And then h

  
e sang a song
             
The Rare Old M

              
ountain Dew An

              
d I turned my 


face away
            
And dreamed ab

    
out    you

           
        Got on

             
 a lucky one C

            
ame in eightee

n to one
             
I've got a fee

              
ling This year

           
's for me and 

    
you
             
So happy Chris

              
tmas I love yo

  
u baby
             
I can see a be

              
tter time When

         
 all our dream

    
s come true

              /faster now/           


            
They've got ca

rs
       
Big as bars
            
They've got ri

        
vers of gold
        
But the wind g

oes right thro

ugh you
              
It's no place 

        
for the old
             
When you first

         
 took my hand
             
On a cold Chri

      
stmas Eve
    
You promised m

e
             
Broadway was w

           
aiting for me
         
You were hands

ome

You were pretty
              
Queen of New Y

    
ork City
             
When the band 

         
finished playi

ng
             
They howled ou

      
t for more

Sinatra was sw

inging
              
All the drunks

           
 they were sin

ging
             
We kissed on t

   
he corner
             
Then danced th

          
rough the nigh

t
             
The boys of th

     
e NYPD choir
             
Were singing '

       
Galway Bay'
             
And the bells 

     
were ringing
             
Out for Christ

                    
mas day


You're a bum
         
You're a punk
              
You're an old 

        
slut on junk
             
Living there a

             
lmost dead on 

  
a drip
        
In that bed
    
You scum bag

You maggot
              
You cheap lous

  
y faggot
             
Happy Christma

       
s your arse
       
I pray God
             
It's our last

 

            
I could have b

een someone
         
So could anyon

e
            
You took my dr

eams
              
From me when I

       
 first found y

ou
            
I kept them wi

th me babe
           
I put them wit

h my own
              
Can't make it 


all alone
              
I've built my 

            
dreams around 


you

      - xx0433
      - 
Asus4/E  - xx2


233 or 575785

***Version 2*** by Chris Ashley

Incidental: G/A=xo543x; A5=x07650


Intro (strings):
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E_____________

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B____0___2_3_________________3____3___5_
G__2___0_____2___0___________4______4_6_
D______________0___4__2___0__0__0_____7_
A____________________________0________0_
E_______________________________________

              
It was Christm

   
as Eve babe
       
In the drunk t

ank
           
An old man sai

d to me,
           
won't see anot

       
her one

And then he sang a song
             
The Rare Old M

ountain Dew
              
And I turned m

  
y face away
            
And dreamed ab

 
out    you?

         
Got on a lucky

 one
            
Came in eighte

en to one
           
I've got a fee

ling
              
This year's fo

          
r me and you
         
So happy Chris

tmas
           
I love you bab

y
            
I can see a be

tter time
             
When all our d

     
reams come tru

e

Strings:
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E___________0_

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B_____0___2_____________________________
G__2____0______2____0___________________
D_________________0___4___2__0_0________
A_______________________________________
E_______________________________________

Pennywhistle, up tempo:
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E_____________

             
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B______0___________0_________________________________
G___2____2_______2___2_______________________________
D___________4__0_______2__4_2___2_4_2_0____________0_
A________________________________________2_2_0_2_4___
E_________________________________________3__________

            
They've got ca

rs
       
Big as bars
            
They've got ri

        
vers of gold
        
But the wind g

oes right thro

ugh you
              
It's no place 

        
for the old
             
When you first

         
 took my hand
             
On a cold Chri

      
stmas Eve
    
You promised m

e
             
Broadway was w

           
aiting for me

Pre_chorus:
         
You were hands

ome

You were pretty
              
Queen of New Y

    
ork City
             
When the band 

         
finished playi

ng
             
They howled ou

      
t for more

Sinatra was sw

inging
              
All the drunks

           
 they were sin

ging
             
We kissed on t

   
he corner
             
Then danced th

          
rough the nigh

t

Chorus:
             
The boys of th

     
e NYPD choir
             
Were singing G

      
alway Bay
             
And the bells 

     
were ringing
             
Out for Christ

    
mas day

Pennywhistle:
 |          
E_____0_2_0___

         
0_2_0_____5_7_

              
5_2_____0_2_3_

   |
5_0_
B__3________3_______3_0_________3_3___________
G_____________________________________________
D_____________________________________________
A_____________________________________________
E_____________________________________________

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E__5_7_5_2____

          
_0_2_0________

             
_2_5_2___0_2_0

  |
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B__________3_3_______3_____3_______3_______3_
G______________________0_2___________________
D____________________________________________
A____________________________________________
E____________________________________________

Pre_chorus:

You're a bum
         
You're a punk
              
You're an old 

        
slut on junk
             
Living there a

      
lmost dead
             
On a drip in t

    
hat bed
    
You scum bag

You maggot
              
You cheap lous

  
y faggot
             
Happy Christma

       
s your arse
       
I pray God
             
It's our last

 

Chorus:
             
The boys of th

     
e NYPD choir
             
Were singing G

      
alway Bay
             
And the bells 

     
were ringing
             
Out for Christ

    
mas day

 |        | 
E_2___________

       |     
________2_____

  |     |
____________
B_3_3_3_2_2_0_0_0_2_3_3_________________
G_2___________________2_______0_________
D_0___________________0_4_4_0___4_2_0___
A_____________________________________4_
E_______________________________________

Bridge:
           
I could have b

een someone
              
Well so could 


anyone
            
You took my dr

eams from me
             
When I first f

/      
ound you
            
I kept them wi

th me babe
           
I put them wit

h my own
              
Can't make it 


all alone
              
I've built my 

            
dreams around 


you

Chorus:
             
The boys of th

     
e NYPD choir
             
Were singing G

      
alway Bay
             
And the bells 

     
were ringing
             
Out for Christ

    
mas day

 |           
E_2___________

  |         |
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            |
2_____________

      |
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B_3______3_3_2_2_0_0__0_2_3_3____________________
G_2_________________________2________0_0_4_4_2_2_:
D_0_________________________0_0_0________4_4_2_2_
A________________________________________________
E________________________________________________