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Beeswing*-Christy Moore G I was [G]18 when I came to town, they called it the summer of love Burnin' babies burnin' flags the [D]hawks against the [C]doves I [G]took a job at the steaming, way down on Caltrim Street I fell in love with a laundry girl that was [D]workin' next to[C] me Brown [G]hair zig-zagged around her face and a look of half surprise Like a fox caught in the headlights there was [D]animal in her [C]eyes She [G]said to me can’t you see I’m not the factory kind If you don’t take me out of here I’ll [D]lose my [C]mind Chorus: She was a [Em]rare thing fine as a [G]bee’s wing So [Em]fine a breath of [D]wind might blow her a[C]way She was a [Em]lost child, she was [G]runnin’ wild {-she said-} So [Em]long as there’s no [D]price on love I’ll [C]stay You [Am]wouldn’t want me [D]any other [C]way We [G]busked around the market towns fruit pickin down in Kent We could tinker pots and pans or [D]knives wherever we [C]went We were [G]campin down the Gower, the work was mighty good She wouldn’t wait for the harvest, [D] I thought we [C]should I [G]said to her we’ll settle down, get a few acres dug With a fire burning in the hearth and [D]babbies on the [C]rug “She [Em]said Oh man you foolish man that [D]surely sounds like[G] hell You might be [C]lord of [G]half the world, you’ll [D]not own me as [C]well Chorus: She was a [Em]rare thing fine as a [G]bee’s wing So [Em]fine a breath of [D]wind might blow her a[C]way She was a [Em]lost child, she was [G]runnin’ wild {-she said-} So [Em]long as there’s no [D]price on love I’ll [C]stay You [Am]wouldn’t want me [D]any other [C]way We were [G]drinking more in those days our tempers reached a pitch Like a fool I let her run away when she [D]got the rambling [C]itch And the[G] last I heard she was living rough, back on the Derby beat With a [G]bottle of White Horse in her pocket, a [D]Wolfhound at her [C]feet They [G]say that she got married once to a man called Romany Brown Even a gypsy caravan was too [D]much like settlin’ [C]down They [Em]say her rose has faded, rough [D]weather and hard [G]booze Maybe [C]thats the [G]price you pay for the [D]chains that you [C]refuse Chorus: She was a [Em]rare thing fine as a [G]bee’s wing I [Em]miss her more than [D]ever words can[C]say If I could [Em] just taste all her, [G]wildness now If I [Em]could hold her [D] in my arms [C]today I [Am]wouldn’t want her [D]any other [C]way…(repeat andFinish on ….[G]