G                                C
I close my eyes and picture the emerald of the sea,
         G
From the fishing boats at Dingle,
       A7                D
To the shores of Donagha -dea;
 G
I miss the River Shannon,
  C
And the folks at Skibbereen,
   G
The moorlands and the meadows
           D               G
With their forty shades of green.

Refrão:
    C
But most of all I miss a girl in
G
Tipperary town.
     C                      G
And most of all I miss her lips,
   A7            D
As soft as eider-down;
G
Again I want to see and do
    C
The things we've done and seen,
          G
With the breeze as sweet as shalamar,
             D               G
And there's forty shades of green.

I wish that I could spend an hour
         C
At Dublin's churning surf,
     G
I'd love to watch the farmers drain
    A7                 D
The bogs and spade the turf;
    G
To see again the thatches
        C
Of the straw the women glean;
    G
I'd walk from Cork to Laren to see
    D               G
The forty shades of green.