Simple Tin Whistle Tabs

No use cry-ing, talk-ing to a strang-er,

Nam-ing the sor-rows you've seen

Too man-y bad times, too man-y sad times

No-bod-y knows what you mean

Chorus:

But if some-how you could

pack up your sor-rows

and give them all to me

You would lose them, I know how to use them

Give them all to me

No use rambling, walking in the shadows,
trailing a wandering star
No one beside you, no one to hide you
and nobody knows what you are

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No use gambling, running in the darkness,
Looking for a spirit that's free
Too many wrong times, too many long times
Nobody knows what you see

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No use roaming, going by the roadside,
Seeking a satisfied mind
Too many highways, too many byways,
and nobody's walking behind

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