Fairytale Of New York taby ukulele według Pogues (Chwyty barytonu)

D               G
              It was Christmas Eve babe, In the drunktank
           D                       G/A       A            D
An old man said to me, won't see another one  And then he sang a song
             G                            D
The Rare Old Mountain Dew And I turned my face away
    G        Asus4/E D   G/A
And dreamed about    you

  G/A            D                      G
        Got on a lucky one Came in eighteen to one
           D                       G/A        A
I've got a feeling This year's for me and you
         D                    G
So happy Christmas, I love you baby
            D                G        Asus4/E    D
I can see a better time When all our dreams come true

G/D D G/D Asus4                D A  D G A D


            D
They've got cars
       A
Big as bars
            Bm        G
They've got rivers of gold
        D
But the wind goes right through you
                      A
It's no place for the old
         D             Bm
When you first took my hand
     D              G
On a cold Christmas Eve
    D
You promised me
             A           D
Broadway was waiting for me
         D
You were handsome

You were pretty
                  A
Queen of New York City
         D             G
When the band finished playing
     A              D
They howled out for more
D
Sinatra was swinging
                         A
All the drunks they were singing
   D             G
We kissed on the corner
     A                  D
Then danced through the night
    G             Bm A
The boys of the NYPD choir
     D               Bm
Were singing 'Galway Bay'
        D          G
And the bells were ringing
A                 D A Bm G  D A  D Bm D G   D A D
Out for Christmas day

D
You're a bum
         D
You're a punk
                      A
You're an old slut on junk
       D            G         A
Living there almost dead on a drip
        D
In that bed
    D
You scum bag

You maggot
                A
You cheap lousy faggot
      D              G
Happy Christmas your arse
       A
I pray God
         D    A D
It's our last

       G          Bm A
The boys of the NYPD choir
       D                Bm
Still singing `Galway Bay`
        D          G
And the bells are ringing
A                 D
Out for Christmas Day


A            D
I could have been someone
         G
Well, So could anyone
            D
You took my dreams
                     A
From me when I first found you
            D
I kept them with me babe
           G
I put them with my own
              D
Can't make it all alone
              G      A      D
I've built my dreams around you


The boys of the NYPD choir

Still Singing `Galway Bay`

And the bells are ringing

Out for Christmas Day