VERSE 1:
From the [C#m] woods of Glen-[B]-bower to the [E] river Dis-[A]-sour
From the [C#m] arms of my [B] mother to the [E] land ever [A] pure
All I [C#m] have to re-[B]-member, is the [E] pride that I [A] felt
'round the [C#m] Páirc Uí Chin-[B]-néide, where the [E] boys never [A] knelt
CHORUS:
They'd go [E] raring and [F#m] tearing and [G#m] fighting for [A] love
For the [C#m] land they call [B] Killeagh and the [E] lord up a-[A]-bove
Killeagh [E] la la-la [F#m] la la-la [E/G#] la la-la [A] la
For the [C#m] green and the [B] white I a-[A]-dore
For the [C#m] parish to [B] last ever-[A]-more [A]
VERSE 2:
Ninety-[C#m] Five came pro-[B]-motion, high [E] up on the [A] wing
And no-one [C#m] up to senior, [B] what a [E] beautiful [A] thing
In the [C#m] darkest of [B] hours, in the [E] depths of de-[A]-spair
Let the [C#m] killeagh boys [B] roar far to [E] rattle the [A] air
BRIDGE:
Killeagh [E] la la-la [F#m] la la-la [E/G#] la la-la [A] la
la-la [E] la la-la [F#m] la la-la [E/G#] la la-la [A] la
Killeagh [E] la la-la [F#m] la la-la [E/G#] la la-la [A] la
For the [C#m] green and the [B] white I a-[A]-dore
For the [C#m] parish to [B] last ever-[A]-more
OUTRO:
When my [C#m] time's at an [B] ending, when my [E] days are no [A] more
Bury [C#m] me with my [B] hurley by the [E] ri-[Esus2]-ver [E5 ] Dis-[E open]-sour
