***Fairytale Of New York - by Shane MacGowan/Jem Finer from the album "If I Should Fall From Grace With God" Fairytale of New York - as perfomed by The Pogues / It was Christmas Eve babe In the drunk tank An old man said to me, won't see another one And then he sang a song The Rare Old Mountain Dew And I turned my face away / And dreamed about you Got on a lucky one Came in eighteen to one I've got a feeling This year's for me and you So happy Christmas I love you baby / I can see a better time When all our dreams come true /faster now/ They've got cars Big as bars They've got rivers of gold But the wind goes right through you It's no place for the old When you first took my hand On a cold Christmas Eve You promised me Broadway was waiting for me You were handsome You were pretty Queen of New York City When the band finished playing They howled out for more Sinatra was swinging All the drunks they were singing We kissed on the corner Then danced through the night The boys of the NYPD choir Were singing 'Galway Bay' And the bells were ringing Out for Christmas day You're a bum You're a punk You're an old slut on junk Living there almost dead on a drip In that bed You scum bag You maggot You cheap lousy faggot Happy Christmas your arse I pray God It's our last I could have been someone So could anyone You took my dreams From me when I first found you I kept them with me babe I put them with my own Can't make it all alone I've built my dreams around you - xx0433 - x05433 / - xx2233 or 575785 ***Version 2*** by Chris Ashley Incidental: =xo543x; =x07650 Intro (strings): | |/ | | _____________________________________0_ B____0___2_3_________________3____3___5_ G__2___0_____2___0___________4______4_6_ D______________0___4__2___0__0__0_____7_ A____________________________0________0_ _______________________________________ It was Christmas Eve babe In the drunk tank An old man said to me, won't see another one And then he sang a song The Rare Old Mountain Dew And I turned my face away / And dreamed about you? Got on a lucky one Came in eighteen to one I've got a feeling This year's for me and you So happy Christmas I love you baby I can see a better time / When all our dreams come true Strings: | | / | | ___________0___________________________ B_____0___2_____________________________ G__2____0______2____0___________________ D_________________0___4___2__0_0________ _______________________________________ _______________________________________ Pennywhistle, up tempo: | | | ____________________________________________________ B______0___________0_________________________________ G___2____2_______2___2_______________________________ D___________4__0_______2__4_2___2_4_2_0____________0_ A________________________________________2_2_0_2_4___ _________________________________________3__________ They've got cars Big as bars They've got rivers of gold But the wind goes right through you It's no place for the old When you first took my hand On a cold Christmas Eve You promised me Broadway was waiting for me Pre_chorus: You were handsome You were pretty Queen of New York City When the band finished playing They howled out for more Sinatra was swinging All the drunks they were singing We kissed on the corner Then danced through the night Chorus: The boys of the NYPD choir Were singing Galway Bay And the bells were ringing Out for Christmas day Pennywhistle: | | | E_____0_2_0___0_2_0_____5_7_5_2_____0_2_3_5_0_ B__3________3_______3_0_________3_3___________ _____________________________________________ _____________________________________________ _____________________________________________ _____________________________________________ | | | E__5_7_5_2_____0_2_0_________2_5_2___0_2_0___ B__________3_3_______3_____3_______3_______3_ G______________________0_2___________________ ____________________________________________ ____________________________________________ ____________________________________________ Pre_chorus: You're a bum You're a punk You're an old slut on junk Living there almost dead On a drip in that bed You scum bag You maggot You cheap lousy faggot Happy Christmas your arse I pray God It's our last Chorus: The boys of the NYPD choir Were singing Galway Bay And the bells were ringing Out for Christmas day | | | | | E_2___________________2_________________ B_3_3_3_2_2_0_0_0_2_3_3_________________ G_2___________________2_______0_________ D_0___________________0_4_4_0___4_2_0___ _____________________________________4_ _______________________________________ Bridge: I could have been someone Well so could anyone You took my dreams from me When I first found you I kept them with me babe I put them with my own Can't make it all alone I've built my dreams around you Chorus: The boys of the NYPD choir Were singing Galway Bay And the bells were ringing Out for Christmas day | | | | | E_2_________________________2____________________ B_3______3_3_2_2_0_0__0_2_3_3____________________ G_2_________________________2________0_0_4_4_2_2_: D_0_________________________0_0_0________4_4_2_2_ ________________________________________________ ________________________________________________