verse 1: 
     D                       A                           
They say that the lakes of Killarney are fair 
                                   G       A                     
That no stream like the Liffey can ever compare, 
        D                           A                            
If it's water you want, you'll find nothing more rare 
                         G       A   D 
Than the stuff they make down by the ocean. 


[Refrão]
    D                      G             D       
The sea, oh the sea is the gradh geal mo croide* 
A                        G           A   
Long may it roam between England and me 
     D                          A                                
It's a sure guarantee that some hour we'll be free 
                       G       A  D 
Oh, thank God we're surrounded by water. 

verse 2: 
    D                            A                       
Tom Moore made his "Waters" meet fame and renown 
                          G            A         
A great lover of anything dressed in a crown 
   D                    A                                
In brandy the bandy old Saxon he'd drown 
                  G      A   D 
But throw ne'er a one in the ocean. 


[Refrão]
    D                      G             D       
The sea, oh the sea is the gradh geal mo croide* 
A                        G           A   
Long may it roam between England and me 
     D                          A                                
It's a sure guarantee that some hour we'll be free 
                       G       A  D 
Oh, thank God we're surrounded by water. 

verse 3: 
    D                            A                       
The Scots have their Whisky, the Welch have their speech 
                               G          A      
And their poets are paid about tenpence a week 
   D                      A                              
Provided no hard words on England they speak 
                G         A  D 
Oh Lord, what a price for devotion. 
 

[Refrão]
    D                      G             D       
The sea, oh the sea is the gradh geal mo croide* 
A                        G           A   
Long may it roam between England and me 
     D                          A                                
It's a sure guarantee that some hour we'll be free 
                       G       A  D 
Oh, thank God we're surrounded by water. 

verse 4: 
    D                          A                         
The Danes came to Ireland with nothing to do 
                               G          A      
But dream of the plundered old Irish they slew, 
     D                         A                                 
"Yeh will in yer vikings" said Brian Boru 
                    G    A   D 
And threw them back into the ocean. 
 

[Refrão]
    D                      G             D       
The sea, oh the sea is the gradh geal mo croide* 
A                        G           A   
Long may it roam between England and me 
     D                          A                                
It's a sure guarantee that some hour we'll be free 
                       G       A  D 
Oh, thank God we're surrounded by water. 

VERSE 5: 
    D                       A                    
Two foreign old monarchs in battle did join 
                             G         A         
Each wanting his head on the back of a coin 
       D                              A                          
If the Irish had sense they'd drowned both in the Boyne 
                     G    A   D 
And partition thrown into the ocean. 


[Refrão]
    D                      G             D       
The sea, oh the sea is the gradh geal mo croide* 
A                        G           A   
Long may it roam between England and me 
     D                          A                                
It's a sure guarantee that some hour we'll be free 
                       G       A  D 
Oh, thank God we're surrounded by water. 
          A            G       A  D 
Oh, thank God we're surrounded by water.