21 Men21 men are entering a ship to sail the
As I roved outThen who are you my pretty fair
A G In the mountains of Cambria, by Rhymney4s bright
A G d CThere are many days in history of
E G D CWhen the curtains of night are drawn
G A hSo as you walk down the street, who
E COnce, when I was dead, A G eAnd lying
DYou4re gonna tke me apartB aWith every little thing, you
C G C F C GThe boat rides south of
Come on to the dancefloor, get up from your seats
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