VERSE 1:
From the [F#m] woods of Glen-[E]-bower to the [A] river Dis-[D]-sour
From the [F#m] arms of my [E] mother to the [A] land ever [D] pure
All I [F#m] have to re-[E]-member, is the [A] pride that I [D] felt
'round the [F#m] Páirc Uí Chin-[E]-néide, where the [A] boys never [D] knelt
CHORUS:
They'd go [A] raring and [Bm] tearing and [C#m] fighting for [D] love
For the [F#m] land they call [E] Killeagh and the [A] lord up a-[D]-bove
Killeagh [A] la la-la [Bm] la la-la [A/C#] la la-la [D] la
For the [F#m] green and the [E] white I a-[D]-dore
For the [F#m] parish to [E] last ever-[D]-more [D]
VERSE 2:
Ninety-[F#m] Five came pro-[E]-motion, high [A] up on the [D] wing
And no-one [F#m] up to senior, [E] what a [A] beautiful [D] thing
In the [F#m] darkest of [E] hours, in the [A] depths of de-[D]-spair
Let the [F#m] killeagh boys [E] roar far to [A] rattle the [D] air
BRIDGE:
Killeagh [A] la la-la [Bm] la la-la [A/C#] la la-la [D] la
la-la [A] la la-la [Bm] la la-la [A/C#] la la-la [D] la
Killeagh [A] la la-la [Bm] la la-la [A/C#] la la-la [D] la
For the [F#m] green and the [E] white I a-[D]-dore
For the [F#m] parish to [E] last ever-[D]-more
OUTRO:
When my [F#m] time's at an [E] ending, when my [A] days are no [D] more
Bury [F#m] me with my [E] hurley by the [A] ri-[Asus2]-ver [A5 ] Dis-[A open]-sour
