Glasgow Lullaby Lyrics And Guitar Chords
This is a well crafted lullaby and there's rakes more of these sad songs on site including An Irish Lullaby Song Words. The Glasgow Lullaby Lyrics And Guitar Chords are by folk singer and songwriter Eric Bogle. To play along with Eric use the chords I have given which are in the key of C.
[C]Hush wee babby, for yer [F]daddy's comin' in
[G]Stumblin' up the stair and [C]missin' every yin
Rotten wi' beer and [F]stinkin' o' gin[G]
He's drunk again -- as [C]usual
chorus
[C]Oh my God, it's a [F]weary, weary life
[G]Who wid be a [C]drinkin' man's wife
Who wid thole a' this [F]trouble and this strife
[G]Who but a silly woman[C]
[C]Hush wee babby, he's [F]comin' in the door
[G]Drunken big feet are [C]skitin' over the floor
He's had a bucket, but he's [F]thirstin' for more
[G]He disnae ken when he's [C]beaten
Repeat chorus
[C]Hush wee babby, listen [F]tae him sittin' there
[G]Wi his bloodshot eyes and his [C]tangled hair
Mooth fu' o' big talk and [F]eyes fu' o' despair[G]
And blaming me -- as [C]usual
[C]Hush wee babby, yer [F]daddy's gone tae bed
The [G]morn he'll no' remember a' [C]the things he said
But his tongue wis sharp and [F]a' the wounds they bled[G]
But then I'm used tae [C]bleedin'
[C]Hush wee babby and [F]close yer weary eyes[G]
Cuddle intae mammy and [C]stop yer tired wee cries
And in the mornin' when ye de[F]cide ta arise[G]
Yer mammy will be here [C]waitin'
[G]Stumblin' up the stair and [C]missin' every yin
Rotten wi' beer and [F]stinkin' o' gin[G]
He's drunk again -- as [C]usual
chorus
[C]Oh my God, it's a [F]weary, weary life
[G]Who wid be a [C]drinkin' man's wife
Who wid thole a' this [F]trouble and this strife
[G]Who but a silly woman[C]
[C]Hush wee babby, he's [F]comin' in the door
[G]Drunken big feet are [C]skitin' over the floor
He's had a bucket, but he's [F]thirstin' for more
[G]He disnae ken when he's [C]beaten
Repeat chorus
[C]Hush wee babby, listen [F]tae him sittin' there
[G]Wi his bloodshot eyes and his [C]tangled hair
Mooth fu' o' big talk and [F]eyes fu' o' despair[G]
And blaming me -- as [C]usual
[C]Hush wee babby, yer [F]daddy's gone tae bed
The [G]morn he'll no' remember a' [C]the things he said
But his tongue wis sharp and [F]a' the wounds they bled[G]
But then I'm used tae [C]bleedin'
[C]Hush wee babby and [F]close yer weary eyes[G]
Cuddle intae mammy and [C]stop yer tired wee cries
And in the mornin' when ye de[F]cide ta arise[G]
Yer mammy will be here [C]waitin'
