High Kings, Fields Of Glory (2008)
^{Key: :[C#] (w: Don Mescal, Shay Healy)}

VERSE 1:
I was [C#] born in a country where people admire
Their [Badd9] great sporting heroes and how they aspire
To [F#] stand upon mountains and always be winners
And [C#] never give less than their all

VERSE 2:
I [C#] once met an old man who told me great stories
Of [Badd9] legends of old who played hard for the glory
Of [F#] lifting the cup in that moment of triumph
His [C#] memory's kept me enthralled

CHORUS:
On the [Badd9] fields, the [F#] fields of [C#] glory
On the [Badd9] fields where [F#] boys become [C#] men
On the [Badd9] fields, the [F#] fields of [C#] glory
May the [Badd9] best [F#] team [G#] win, win in the [C#] end

VERSE 3:
Sup-[C#]-porting their team with a true sense of place
Are the [Badd9] handfuls of people with pride on their faces
They [F#] come from the townlands, the parish, the village
Their [C#] banners they proudly unfurl

VERSE 4:
An [C#] anthem of hope is the song they are singing
There's a [Badd9] whistle, it sounds and the game, it begins
And the [F#] roar of the crowd echoes up to the heavens
It [C#] sends out a clarion call

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VERSE 5:
I'm [C#] dreaming of Ireland in fine summer weather
A [Badd9] crowd of young lads playing football together
All [F#] hoping that someday the call they will answer
To [C#] play for the place they were born