Thomas Connellan - The Dawning Of The Day chords

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The Dawning Of The Day chords
Irish air composed by Thomas Connellan ,later by Edward Walsh Fáinne Geal an ae, 
later known to the song Raglan Road

C G F  C F C

    C             G      F
One morning early I went out
       C        F       C
On the shore of Lough Leinn
    F              C
The leafy trees of summertime,
        Am        F      G
And the warm rays of the sun,
   F          C
As I wandered through the townlands,
        Am       C      G
And the luscious grassy plains,
           C            G         F
Who should I meet but a beautiful maid,
       C       F      C
At the dawning of the day.
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   C                 G      F
No cap or cloak this maiden wore
    C        F         C
Her neck and feet were bare
F                    C
Down to the grass in ringlets fell
    Am     F      G
Her glossy golden hair
  F                C
A milking pail was in her hand
        Am      C         G
She was lovely, young and gay
    C                    G        F
Her beauty excelled even Helen of Troy
       C       F      C
At the dawning of the day.

 
On a mossy bank I sat me down
With the maiden by my side
With gentle words I courted her
And asked her to be my bride
She turned and said, "Please go away,"
Then went on down the way
And the morning light was shining bright
At the dawning of the day. 

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Maidin moch do ghabhas amach,
Ar bruach Locha Léin;
An Samhradh teacht's an chraobh len'ais,
Is ionrach te ón ngréin,
Ar thaisteal dom trí bhailte
poirt is bánta mine réidhe,
Cé a gheobhainn le máis ach an chúileann deas,
Le fáinne geal an lae.
Ní raibh bróg ná stoca, caidhp ná clóc;
Ar mo stóirin óg ón spéir,
Ach folt fionn órga sios go troigh,
Ag fás go barr an théir.
Bhí calán crúite aici ina glaic,
'S ar dhrúcht ba dheas a scéimh,
Do rug barr gean ar Bhéineas deas,
Le fáinne geal an lae.
Do shuigh an bhrideog sios le m'ais,
Ar bhrinse glas den fhéar,
Ag magadh léi bhios dá maiomh go pras,
Mar mhnaoi nach scarfainn léi.
'S é dúirt í liomsa, "imigh uaim,
Is scaoil ar siúl mé a réic",
Sin iad aneas na soilse ag teacht,
Le fáinne geal an lae.