The Hour We Parted – lyrics and chords

The chords to The Hour We Parted presented here in the key of D minor. Use our chord converter to play the song in other keys. The lyrics are a man looking back at the last time he and his loved one met.

 
Dm 
The hour we parted when broken hearted
 
You clung a
C 
round me Maureen a
A7 
roo
 
I swore I’d  
Dm 
treasure thro’ pain and pleasure
 
Thro’ health and  
Am 
sickness, my  
Gm 
love for  
Dm 
you.
 
And still that je
F 
wel thro’ changes cru
Gm 
el
 
Of fickle for
Dm 
tune I’ll jealous  
A7 
guard
 
Still let her  
Dm 
vary, the jade contrary
 
If but my  
Am 
Mary be  
Gm 
my 
 
re
Dm 
ward.

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Yes! Scorn and anger, distress and languor
They’re welcome willing the long day thro’
Could I feel certain that evening’s curtain
But clos’d us nearer Maureen aroon!
The dreamy shadows along the meadows
Go softly stealing and falls the dew
And o’er the billows like faithful swallows
All my thoughts dear, fly home to you.

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With touches silken I see you milking
the crossest Kerry in Adrigole
And like a fairy you’re singing Mary
‘Till every keeler is foaming full.
The night is falling and you are calling
The cattle homeward with a coaxing tone
In God’s own keeping awake or sleeping
‘Tis now I leave you Maureen, mavrone.

The Hour We Parted lyrics and chords print version

[Dm]The hour we parted when broken hearted
You clung a[C]round me Maureen a[A7]roo
I swore I’d [Dm]treasure thro’ pain and pleasure
Thro’ health and [Am]sickness, my [Gm]love for [Dm]you.
And still that je[F]wel thro’ changes cru[Gm]el
Of fickle for[Dm]tune I’ll jealous [A7]guard
Still let her [Dm]vary, the jade contrary
If but my [Am]Mary be [Gm]my re[Dm]ward.

Yes! Scorn and anger, distress and languor
They’re welcome willing the long day thro’
Could I feel certain that evening’s curtain
But clos’d us nearer Maureen aroon!
The dreamy shadows along the meadows
Go softly stealing and falls the dew
And o’er the billows like faithful swallows
All my thoughts dear, fly home to you.

With touches silken I see you milking
the crossest Kerry in Adrigole
And like a fairy you’re singing Mary
‘Till every keeler is foaming full.
The night is falling and you are calling
The cattle homeward with a coaxing tone
In God’s own keeping awake or sleeping
‘Tis now I leave you Maureen, mavrone.

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