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==Chords==
==Chords==
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I transcribed this from a 1995 solo performance, as I do not have the original version. Sorry for any inaccuracies this may cause. -- [[User:If|If]] 10:14, 27 September 2006 (CDT)If
    Dm                          C            F
I once knew two sisters whose name it was Christmas
                    Dm                      C            F
And one was named Dawn of course, the other one was named Eve
    Dm                    C          F
I wonder if they grew up hating the season
        F
Of the good will that lasts ‘til the feast of St. Stephen
      F                        C            F
For that is the time to eat, drink, and be merry
          C            F              C          F
'Til the beer is all spilled and the whiskey has flowed
          F                      C        F
And the whole family tree you neglected to bury
      C            F      C          Dm
Are feeding their faces until they explode
Chorus:
              Dm          C          F      C
There'll be laughter and tears over tia marias
        F                              C
Washed down with that drink made from girders
            Dm            C            Dm              C
‘Cause it's all we've got left as they draw their last breath
          Dm          C            Dm          F
And it's nice for the kids, as you finally get rid of them
Bb                        C  F
In the St. Stephen's Day murders
Uncle is garglin' a heart-breaking air
While the babe in his arms pulls out all that remains of his hair
And we're not drunk enough yet to dare criticize
The great big kipper tie he's about to baptize
His gin-flavoured whiskers and kisses of sherry
His best crimble shirt slung out over the shop
While the lights from the Christmas tree blow up the telly
His face closes in like an old cold pork chop
Chorus
          Dm            C        F              C
And the carcass of the beast left over from the feast
      F            C
May still be found haunting the kitchen
              Dm        C          Dm        C
And there's life in it yet, we may live to regret
          F                            C
When the ones that we poisoned stop twitchin'
Chorus
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==Internal links==  
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Revision as of 15:14, 27 September 2006

Lyrics - Credits - Discography - Covers - Bootlegs - Chords

Lyrics

I knew of two sisters whose name it was Christmas
And one was named Dawn of course, the other one was named Eve
I wonder if they grew up hating the season
Of the good will that lasts till the Feast of St. Stephen

For that is the time to eat, drink and be merry
'Til the beer is all spilled and the whiskey is flowed
And the whole family tree you neglected to bury
Are feeding their faces until they explode

There'll be laughter and tears over Tia Marias
Mixed up with that drink made from girders
And it's all we've got left as they draw their last breath
And it's nice for the kids as you finally get rid of them
In the St Stephen's Day Murders

Uncle is garglin' a heart-breaking air
While the babe in his arms pulls out all that remains of his hair
And we're not drunk enough yet to dare criticize
The great big kipper tie he's about to baptize

His gin-flavoured whispers and kisses of sherry
His best crimble shirt slung out over the shop
While the lights from the Christmas tree blow up the telly
His face closes in like an old cold pork chop

And the carcass of the beast left over from the feast
May still be found haunting the kitchen
And there's life in it yet we may live to regret
When the ones that we poisoned stop twitchin'

There'll be laughter and tears over Tia Marias
Mixed up with that drink made from girders
And it's all we've got left as they draw their last breath
And it's nice for the kids as you finally get rid of them (rid of them!)
In the St Stephen's Day Murders


Credits

Elvis Costello - vocals
The Chieftains:
Derek Bell - harp, tiompán, harpsichord
Martin Fay - fiddle
Seán Keane - fiddle
Kevin Conneff - bodhrán, vocals
Matt Molloy - flute
Paddy Moloney - Uilleann pipes, tin whistle

Discography

Albums:

Singles:

  • This section may be incomplete.

Collections:

Alternate Versions:

  • This section may be incomplete.

Soundtracks:

  • none

Various Artists collections:

  • none

Covers

Recorded by:

  • none
  • This section may be incomplete.

Performed by:

  • none
  • This section may be incomplete.

Bootlegs

  • This section is incomplete.

Chords

I transcribed this from a 1995 solo performance, as I do not have the original version. Sorry for any inaccuracies this may cause. -- If 10:14, 27 September 2006 (CDT)If

   Dm                          C             F
I once knew two sisters whose name it was Christmas
                   Dm                       C             F
And one was named Dawn of course, the other one was named Eve
   Dm                     C          F
I wonder if they grew up hating the season
        F
Of the good will that lasts ‘til the feast of St. Stephen

      F                        C            F
For that is the time to eat, drink, and be merry
          C            F               C           F
'Til the beer is all spilled and the whiskey has flowed
          F                       C         F
And the whole family tree you neglected to bury
     C             F       C           Dm
Are feeding their faces until they explode

Chorus:
             Dm           C          F      C
There'll be laughter and tears over tia marias
        F                              C 
Washed down with that drink made from girders
            Dm             C             Dm              C
‘Cause it's all we've got left as they draw their last breath
          Dm           C            Dm          F
And it's nice for the kids, as you finally get rid of them
Bb                        C   F
In the St. Stephen's Day murders

Uncle is garglin' a heart-breaking air
While the babe in his arms pulls out all that remains of his hair
And we're not drunk enough yet to dare criticize
The great big kipper tie he's about to baptize

His gin-flavoured whiskers and kisses of sherry
His best crimble shirt slung out over the shop
While the lights from the Christmas tree blow up the telly
His face closes in like an old cold pork chop

Chorus
         Dm             C         F              C
And the carcass of the beast left over from the feast
      F             C
May still be found haunting the kitchen
             Dm         C           Dm         C
And there's life in it yet, we may live to regret
         F                            C
When the ones that we poisoned stop twitchin'

Chorus

Internal links

External links