The chords to Beautiful City are presented in the key of D. The lyrics were written by John Fitzgerald and are about the beauty around the city of Cork.
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I have slumber’d in palm-groves by clear running streams
And the wild groves of Blarney come haunting my dreams
I have listened to bells on the soft summer wind
But the sweet bells of Shandon were dear to my mind
I have mixed in gay dances my sorrow to hide
But there’s none like the maiden that’s now by my side
There is nought in the land of the slave or the fee
Like the green hills of Cork and my home by the Lee
Beautiful city, Beautiful city
Beautiful city, the pride of the Lee
The bold feudal castle looks down on the Rhine
That flows through the land of the olive and vine
There’s freedom and health in the fresh mountain breeze
That careers round the home of the brave Tyrolese
There is beauty and love in all spots of the earth
To the heart that can call it the land of its birth
But of all the fair countries, the dearest to me
Are the green hills of Cork and my home by the Lee
Beautiful city, Beautiful city
Beautiful city, the pride of the Lee
Beautiful City lyrics and chords print version
I have slumber’d in palm-groves by clear running streams
And the wild groves of Blarney come haunting my dreams
I have listened to bells on the soft summer wind
But the sweet bells of Shandon were dear to my mind
I have mixed in gay dances my sorrow to hide
But there’s none like the maiden that’s now by my side
There is nought in the land of the slave or the fee
Like the green hills of Cork and my home by the Lee
Beautiful city, Beautiful city
Beautiful city, the pride of the Lee
The bold feudal castle looks down on the Rhine
That flows through the land of the olive and vine
There’s freedom and health in the fresh mountain breeze
That careers round the home of the brave Tyrolese
There is beauty and love in all spots of the earth
To the heart that can call it the land of its birth
But of all the fair countries, the dearest to me
Are the green hills of Cork and my home by the Lee
Beautiful city, Beautiful city
Beautiful city, the pride of the Lee