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