Show of hands' combination arrangement of two songs:
"The setting" by Ralph McTell and "Mary of Dungloe" (trad).
From "Roots – The Best of Show of Hands" (2007).
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xm_-3nbFAiU
[CHORD forms in A]
EADGBe
Asus2/G# 4XX200
Asus2/C# X4X200
E * 0xx457
A/C# x4x655
[Verse 1]
A Asus2/G# D/F# E
I’ll never forget the walk to the station,
D Asus2/C# A E *
Me with your suitcase being brotherly and strong
A/C# D Dmaj7 E F#m
And trying to make light of the whole situation,
D Asus2/C# E/B Dsus2 D E
In light conversation we moved through the throng
[Verse 2]
A Asus2/G# D/F# E
And you with your bright eyes and best dress for travelling
D Asus2/C# A E *
Me in my work clothes, unshaven and plain,
A/C# D Dmaj7 E F#m
I fully intended to put in a half day
D Asus2/C# E/B Dsus2 D E
But my good intentions went with you on the train.
[Verse 3]
A Asus2/G# D/F# E
And I never looked back as the train left the station,
D Asus2/C# A E *
Crossed over the roadway and into the park,
A/C# D Dmaj7 E F#m
And there in a bar an old man was singing,
D Asus2/C# E/B D E A
And I sat there drinking until it grew dark - so dark
[Verse 4]
A E D A D E A
Oh, fare ye well, sweet Donegal, the Rosses and Gweedore.
A E D E D A F#m E
I'm crossing the main ocean, where plunging billows roar.
A E D E D A F#m E
It breaks my heart for us to part, we’ve spent many happy days
A E D A D E A
Far away from friends and relations, I'm bound for Amerikay.
[Verse 5]
A E D A
I wish I was in sweet Dungloe,
And now all the stars were hidden by rain clouds,
D E A
and seated on the grass
The song of the old man locked in my brain,
A E D E
And by my side a bottle of wine
For all emigration is the curse of the nation
D A F#m E
and on my knee a lass.
The setting now fitting his sad sweet refrain.
A E D E
I'd call for liquor of the best
[spoken:] And above all the roar of the town was the blue sky,
D A F#m E
and I'd pay before I would go
I heard the birds singing for [sung:]the dawning of the day?
A E D A
And I'd roll my Mary in my arms
And there was no help from the city forthcoming,?
D E A
in the town of sweet Dungloe.
No sympathy numbing your going away.