Andy Irvine - The Close Shave Chords

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Come gather round you diggers who work the goldfields rare,
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It's of a trick was played on me which caused me to despair, 
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I came to town the other day me precious gold to trade, 
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'Twas there I met a pretty maid, who did my heart betray. 

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Her lips were red as roses, her eyes a deep sky blue, 
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Her hair as yellow as the gold, she stole from me and you.

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We went into a public house and there we did imbibe, 
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In whiskey and strong porter, and dreadful stuff besides, 
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It's then she asked me up to bed, to which I did agree, 
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But truth to tell I fell asleep, before she earned her fee. 

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When I awoke next morning, no trousers could I find, 
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But scattered all around the room were women's clothes so fine. 
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My jacket, shoes and gold had gone, and all that's left behind,
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Is a woman's dress, a yellow wig and a shaving kit, not mine.

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Why did she need the wig? Why did she need to shave? 
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It's then the truth it struck me, in a fit of blinding rage. 
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My pretty maid's a man I cried, thanks be I fell asleep, 
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I'd rather lose a bag of gold, than wake up with that creep. 

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To venture in the street again, I cautiously inclined, 
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I had a shave, put on the wig, and wore the dress so fine, 
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And as I walked along the street, a digger gave a wink. 
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I thought of all the gold he had, and offered him a drink. 

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Now you may think it sinful, oh you may think it bold, 
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To take advantage of the lads who struggle for the gold. 
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It's easy putting on a dress and drinking whiskey neat, 
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But leave your shaving kit behind when they are fast asleep.