WWW.AZCHORDS.COM | Christy Moore - The Night Visit Chords | Ver. 1
1. 8 Bar intro.
Am G Am G
Am G Am G
2.
Am G
Who are you, me pretty fair maid
Am G
And who are you, me honey?
Am G
Who are you, me pretty fair maid
Am G
And who are you, me honey?
Am G
She answered me modestly,
G
"Well I am me mammy's darling."
Am
With me too-rye-ah
G
Fal-de-diddle-ah
G
A eye-ree Fal-de-diddle
Am G
Dairy oh
Am G
3.
Am G
Will you come to me mammy's house
Am G
When the moon is shining clearly.
Am G
Will you come to me mammy's house
Am G
When the moon is shining clearly.
Am G
I'll open the door and I'll let you in
G
And divil the one will hear us.
Am
With me too-rye-ah
G
Fal-de-diddle-ah
G
A eye-ree Fal-de-diddle
Am G
Dairy oh
Am G
4.
Am G
So I went to her house in the middle of the night
Am G
When the moon was shining clearly.
Am G
So I went to her house in the middle of the night
Am G
When the moon was shining clearly.
Am G
She opened the door and she let me in
G
And divil the one did hear us.
Am
With me too-rye-ah
G
Fal-de-diddle-ah
G
A eye-ree Fal-de-diddle
Am G
Dairy oh
Am G
5.
Am G
She took me horse by the bridle and the bit
Am G
And she led him to the stable
Am G
She took me horse by the bridle and the bit
Am G
And she led him to the stable
Am G
Saying "There's plenty of oats for a soldier's horse,
G
To eat it if he's able. "
Am
With me too-rye-ah
G
Fal-de-diddle-ah
G
A eye-ree Fal-de-diddle
Am G
Dairy oh
Am G
6.
Am G
And She took me by the lily-white hand
Am G
she led me to the table
Am G
She took me by the lily-white hand
Am G
And she led me to the table
Am G
"There's plenty of wine for a soldier boy,
G
Drink it if you're able. "
Am
With me too-rye-ah
G
Fal-de-diddle-ah
G
A eye-ree Fal-de-diddle
Am G
Dairy oh
Am G
7.
Am G
She got up and she made the bed
Am G
And she made it nice and aisy
Am G
She got up and she made the bed
Am G
And she made it nice and aisy
Am G
Then she took me by the hand
G
Saying ?I hope that you are able!?
Am
With me too-rye-ah
G
Fal-de-diddle-ah
G
A eye-ree Fal-de-diddle
Am G
Dairy oh
Am G
8. 8 Bar Lead Break
Am G Am G
Am G Am G
9.
Am G
There we lay till the break of the day
Am G
And divil the one could hear us
Am G
There we lay till the break of the day
Am G
And divil the one could hear us
Am G
She arose and put on her clothes
G
Saying "Darling, you must leave me."
Am
With me too-rye-ah
G
Fal-de-diddle-ah
G
A eye-ree Fal-de-diddle
Am G
Dairy oh
Am G
10.
Am G
When can I return again
Am G
And when might we get married
Am G
When can I return again
Am G
And when might we get married
Am G
When broken shells make Christmas bells
G
We might well get married.
Am
With me too-rye-ah
G
Fal-de-diddle-ah
G
A eye-ree Fal-de-diddle
Am G
Dairy oh
Am G
