The Reason I Left Mullingar lyrics and chords

The chords to The Reason I Left Mullingar are presented in the key of C. The lyrics were written by Pat Cooksey and tell the story of a man who didn’t find a happy life after leaving his Mullingar to go to London.

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Am 
Iwalked through this  
G 
city a  
F 
stran
C 
ger,
 
In the
Bb 
land I can  
Dm 
never call  
G 
home
 
I  
Am 
curse the sad  
G 
notion that  
F 
caused 
 
 
C 
me
 
In search of my fortune to  
G7 
roam.
 
Im  
Am 
weary of  
G 
working and  
F 
drink
C 
ing
 
My  
Bb 
week’s wages  
Dm 
left in the  
G 
bar
 
And  
Am 
Lord it’s a  
G 
shame for to  
F 
use a friends  
C 
name
 
To beg for the price of a  
G 
jar
 
Chorus 
 
I re
Am 
member that  
G 
bright April  
F 
mor
C 
ning
 
I  
Bb 
left home to  
Dm 
travel 
 
 
G 
afar
 
To  
Am 
work till you’re  
G 
dead for one  
F 
room and a  
C 
bed
 
It’s not the  
F 
reason I  
G7 
left 
 
Mullin
C 
gar

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This London’s a city of heartbreak
On Friday there’s friends by the score
But when the pay’s finished on Monday,
A friend’s not your friend anymore

For the working day seems never ending
From the shovel and pick there’s no break
And when you’re not working you’re spending
The fortune you left home to make

And for every man here that finds fortune
And comes home to tell the tale
Each morning the broadway is crowed
With many the thousands who fail

So young men of Ireland take warning
In London you never will find
The gold at the end of the rainbow
You might just have left it behind

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The Reason I Left Mullingar lyrics and chords print version

[Am] Iwalked through this [G]city a [F]stran[C]ger,
In the[Bb]land I can [Dm]never call [G]home
I [Am]curse the sad [G]notion that [F]caused [C]me
In search of my fortune to [G7]roam.

Im [Am]weary of [G]working and [F]drink[C]ing
My [Bb]week’s wages [Dm]left in the [G]bar
And [Am]Lord it’s a [G]shame for to [F]use a friends [C]name
To beg for the price of a [G]jar

[Chorus]

I re[Am]member that [G]bright April [F]mor[C]ning
I [Bb]left home to [Dm]travel [G]afar
To [Am]work till you’re [G]dead for one [F]room and a [C]bed
It’s not the [F]reason I [G7]left Mullin[C]gar

This London’s a city of heartbreak
On Friday there’s friends by the score
But when the pay’s finished on Monday,
A friend’s not your friend anymore

For the working day seems never ending
From the shovel and pick there’s no break
And when you’re not working you’re spending
The fortune you left home to make

And for every man here that finds fortune
And comes home to tell the tale
Each morning the broadway is crowed
With many the thousands who fail

So young men of Ireland take warning
In London you never will find
The gold at the end of the rainbow
You might just have left it behind

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