VERSE 1:
From the [Gm] woods of Glen-[F]-bower to the [A#] river Dis-[D#]-sour
From the [Gm] arms of my [F] mother to the [A#] land ever [D#] pure
All I [Gm] have to re-[F]-member, is the [A#] pride that I [D#] felt
'round the [Gm] Páirc Uí Chin-[F]-néide, where the [A#] boys never [D#] knelt
CHORUS:
They'd go [A#] raring and [Cm] tearing and [Dm] fighting for [D#] love
For the [Gm] land they call [F] Killeagh and the [A#] lord up a-[D#]-bove
Killeagh [A#] la la-la [Cm] la la-la [A#/D] la la-la [D#] la
For the [Gm] green and the [F] white I a-[D#]-dore
For the [Gm] parish to [F] last ever-[D#]-more [D#]
VERSE 2:
Ninety-[Gm] Five came pro-[F]-motion, high [A#] up on the [D#] wing
And no-one [Gm] up to senior, [F] what a [A#] beautiful [D#] thing
In the [Gm] darkest of [F] hours, in the [A#] depths of de-[D#]-spair
Let the [Gm] killeagh boys [F] roar far to [A#] rattle the [D#] air
BRIDGE:
Killeagh [A#] la la-la [Cm] la la-la [A#/D] la la-la [D#] la
la-la [A#] la la-la [Cm] la la-la [A#/D] la la-la [D#] la
Killeagh [A#] la la-la [Cm] la la-la [A#/D] la la-la [D#] la
For the [Gm] green and the [F] white I a-[D#]-dore
For the [Gm] parish to [F] last ever-[D#]-more
OUTRO:
When my [Gm] time's at an [F] ending, when my [A#] days are no [D#] more
Bury [Gm] me with my [F] hurley by the [A#] ri-[A#sus2]-ver [A#5 ] Dis-[A# open]-sour
