VERSE 1:
From the [Dm] woods of Glen-[C]-bower to the [F] river Dis-[A#]-sour
From the [Dm] arms of my [C] mother to the [F] land ever [A#] pure
All I [Dm] have to re-[C]-member, is the [F] pride that I [A#] felt
'round the [Dm] Páirc Uí Chin-[C]-néide, where the [F] boys never [A#] knelt
CHORUS:
They'd go [F] raring and [Gm] tearing and [Am] fighting for [A#] love
For the [Dm] land they call [C] Killeagh and the [F] lord up a-[A#]-bove
Killeagh [F] la la-la [Gm] la la-la [F/A] la la-la [A#] la
For the [Dm] green and the [C] white I a-[A#]-dore
For the [Dm] parish to [C] last ever-[A#]-more [A#]
VERSE 2:
Ninety-[Dm] Five came pro-[C]-motion, high [F] up on the [A#] wing
And no-one [Dm] up to senior, [C] what a [F] beautiful [A#] thing
In the [Dm] darkest of [C] hours, in the [F] depths of de-[A#]-spair
Let the [Dm] killeagh boys [C] roar far to [F] rattle the [A#] air
BRIDGE:
Killeagh [F] la la-la [Gm] la la-la [F/A] la la-la [A#] la
la-la [F] la la-la [Gm] la la-la [F/A] la la-la [A#] la
Killeagh [F] la la-la [Gm] la la-la [F/A] la la-la [A#] la
For the [Dm] green and the [C] white I a-[A#]-dore
For the [Dm] parish to [C] last ever-[A#]-more
OUTRO:
When my [Dm] time's at an [C] ending, when my [F] days are no [A#] more
Bury [Dm] me with my [C] hurley by the [F] ri-[Fsus2]-ver [F5 ] Dis-[F open]-sour
