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Lorcas Novena

Pogues

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***Lorca's Novena - by Shane MacGowan
from the album "Hell's Ditch"

Lorca's Novena - as performed by The Pogues

Intro; E (bass plays E E EF EF riff each bar)

E
Ignacio lay dying in the sand

A single red rose clutched in a dying hand
Am
An' the women wept to see their hero die
G
And the big black birds gathered in the sky

Mother of all our joys, mother of all our sorrows

Intercede with him tonight
           D     G
For all of our tomorrows

The years went by and then the killers came
And took the men and marched them up the hill of pain
And Lorca the faggot poet they left till last
Blew his brains out with a pistol up his arse

Mother of all our joys, mother of all our sorrows
Intercede with him tonight
For all of our tomorrows

Solo guitar over E

The killers came to mutilate the dead
But ran away in terror to search the town instead
But Lorca's corpse, as he had prophesied just walked away
And the only sound was the women in the chapel praying

Mother of all our joys, mother of all our sorrows
Intercede with him tonight
For all of our tomorrows

Gob-iron solo over G

End on E

***Version 2*** by Kristoffer Ekman

Intro	||:E   F|E   F|E   F|E   F|E   F|E   F|E   F|E   F:||

  E   F E   F		 E	|F  E  F  ||
Ignacio lay dying in the sand
  E          F	 E	   F	      E	     |F  E  F  ||
A single red rose clutched in a dying hand
    Am	      C	                 Am
The women wept to see their hero die
        G         C     G        C      G     |G   C|G   C||
And the big black birds gathered in the sky

G		  C    G		 C
Mother of all our joys mother of all our sorrows
G    C	       G     C
Intercede with him tonight
    G	   D   G
For all of our tomorrows

Inst 1	|G   C|G   C||

The years went by and then the killers came
And took the men and marched them up the hill of pain
And Lorca the faggot poet they left till last
Blew his brains out with a pistol up his arse

Chorus 2

Inst 2  |E   F|E   F|E   F|E   F|E   F|E   F|E   F|E   F||

The killers came to mutilate the dead
But ran away in terror to search the town instead
But Lorca's corpse as he had prophesied just walked away
And the only sound was the women in the chapel praying

Chorus 3

Outro	||:G   C|G   C|G   C|G   C|G   C|G   C|G   C|G   C|G   C|G   C:||
	||:E   F|E   F|E   F|E   F|E   F|E   F|E   F|E   F:||

Repeat To Fade