The Pogues

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A                             D
They wear green and they are beautiful,
       E                      A
their hearts are filled with love
                        D
They're as pure as any lily and as
 E             A
gentle as the dove

They sing and cheer in harmony
'til their throats are cracked and sore
But there is no doubt you'll hear
them shout when Jackie's heroes score

Chorus:
        D
Too-ra-loo, too-ra-loo
        A
Too-ra-loo, too-ra-loo
                                    E          A
And we'll follow Jack's heroes, whatever they do

They'll come from Dublin and from Cork,
from dear old Donegal
From London, Boston, and New York,
from anywhere at all

From Parramatta to Fermoy,
Strabane to Skibereen
And will the shout go up when
the World Cup is raised on Stephens Green?
Yes, it will!

chorus (x2)

And when we're there in Italy on
Sardinia's sunny shore
We'll be the boys you'll want to see,
the boys you'll all adore
We'll play like perfect gentlemen
to win, to lose, to draw
For we're here to take
the World Cup to Paddy's shamrock shore

chorus (x3)