VERSE 1:
From the [Bm] woods of Glen-[A]-bower to the [D] river Dis-[G]-sour
From the [Bm] arms of my [A] mother to the [D] land ever [G] pure
All I [Bm] have to re-[A]-member, is the [D] pride that I [G] felt
'round the [Bm] Páirc Uí Chin-[A]-néide, where the [D] boys never [G] knelt
CHORUS:
They'd go [D] raring and [Em] tearing and [F#m] fighting for [G] love
For the [Bm] land they call [A] Killeagh and the [D] lord up a-[G]-bove
Killeagh [D] la la-la [Em] la la-la [D/F#] la la-la [G] la
For the [Bm] green and the [A] white I a-[G]-dore
For the [Bm] parish to [A] last ever-[G]-more [G]
VERSE 2:
Ninety-[Bm] Five came pro-[A]-motion, high [D] up on the [G] wing
And no-one [Bm] up to senior, [A] what a [D] beautiful [G] thing
In the [Bm] darkest of [A] hours, in the [D] depths of de-[G]-spair
Let the [Bm] killeagh boys [A] roar far to [D] rattle the [G] air
BRIDGE:
Killeagh [D] la la-la [Em] la la-la [D/F#] la la-la [G] la
la-la [D] la la-la [Em] la la-la [D/F#] la la-la [G] la
Killeagh [D] la la-la [Em] la la-la [D/F#] la la-la [G] la
For the [Bm] green and the [A] white I a-[G]-dore
For the [Bm] parish to [A] last ever-[G]-more
OUTRO:
When my [Bm] time's at an [A] ending, when my [D] days are no [G] more
Bury [Bm] me with my [A] hurley by the [D] ri-[Dsus2]-ver [D5 ] Dis-[D open]-sour
