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The Devil Went Up to Belfast - Dave Norton Verse 1: C The devil went up to Belfast, he was lookin’ for a show to steal, G He’d heard of a lad with a ukulele, whose fingers danced like wheels. F He found young Sean in a pub downtown, strummin’ soft, strummin’ low, C And he slid up close with a crooked grin, sayin’, “Boy, let’s see that flow.” (C) (G) (C) Pre-Chorus: F “Well, I’m a devil, and I’ll wager this, my skills are tough to beat. C But if you win, this golden uke will be yours to keep." G Sean laughed and stood up tall, said, "Devil, make your play, F But know you’ve come to Belfast where the music’s here to stay." (C) (G) (C) |Chorus: |C | The devil played his ukulele and he made those strings ignite, |G | But Sean just grinned and tapped his foot, his melody pure delight. |F | When the music stopped, the devil frowned, his pride was on the line, |C | For Belfast’s boy had played so strong, his soul would still be fine. (C) (G) (C) Verse 2: C The devil’s hands were quick and sharp, his chords rang loud and clear, G But Sean had learned from Belfast streets, and he played without a fear. F The devil ripped a riff of doom, a stormcloud filled the bar, C But Sean brought light with a lilting tune that shined like a shooting star. (C) (G) (C) Pre-Chorus: F “Well played,” said Sean, “but hear me now, this soul is mine to keep. C Let’s show this crowd how Belfast folk can make a devil weep!” G He picked up his uke and plucked a reel, the room began to sway, F The devil grimaced, tapped his feet, but Sean had seized the day. (C) (G) (C) |Chorus: |C | The devil played his ukulele and he made those strings ignite, |G | But Sean just grinned and tapped his foot, his melody pure delight. |F | When the music stopped, the devil frowned, his pride was on the line, |C | For Belfast’s boy had played so strong, his soul would still be fine. (C) (G) (C) Bridge: F The devil dropped his golden uke, his pride was burning sore, C “Belfast boy, you’ve got the gift; I can’t take no more!” G Sean just laughed and tipped his cap, “You gave a decent fight, F But here in Belfast, devil, music always shines bright.” (C) (G) (C) Outro: C Now if you wander into Belfast town and hear a uke so bold, G Remember Sean who beat the devil and claimed his uke of gold. F The legend lives in every tune that echoes through the night, C Where Belfast streets and ukulele beats keep the spirit alive and bright! (C) (G) (C)