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A!

нет аппликатуры

The Hosting of the Sidhe
(W. B. Yeats)

a:        Em  D  A  C  Hm  Em

     Em              G         Am
The host is riding from Knocknarea
     C                  D         Em
And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare;
  Em             G           Am
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
      C             D          Em
And Niamh calling Away, come away:

 F           Em      Am
b:        Empty your heart of its mortal dream.
      F      Em         Am
The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,
      F         G         Am
Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound,
      F           G           A!
Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are agleam,

     D                     Am
c1:        Our arms are waving, out lips are apart;
     D              Am
c2:        And if any gaze on our rushing band,
    D                        C
We come between him and the deed of his hand,
    C                        D           Em
We come between him and the hope of his heart.

a:        The host is rushing 'twixt night and day,
And where is there hope or deed as fair?
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling Away, come away.

+ b (i?iea?uo) + n2