VERSE 1:
From the [G#m] woods of Glen-[F#]-bower to the [B] river Dis-[E]-sour
From the [G#m] arms of my [F#] mother to the [B] land ever [E] pure
All I [G#m] have to re-[F#]-member, is the [B] pride that I [E] felt
'round the [G#m] Páirc Uí Chin-[F#]-néide, where the [B] boys never [E] knelt
CHORUS:
They'd go [B] raring and [C#m] tearing and [D#m] fighting for [E] love
For the [G#m] land they call [F#] Killeagh and the [B] lord up a-[E]-bove
Killeagh [B] la la-la [C#m] la la-la [B/D#] la la-la [E] la
For the [G#m] green and the [F#] white I a-[E]-dore
For the [G#m] parish to [F#] last ever-[E]-more [E]
VERSE 2:
Ninety-[G#m] Five came pro-[F#]-motion, high [B] up on the [E] wing
And no-one [G#m] up to senior, [F#] what a [B] beautiful [E] thing
In the [G#m] darkest of [F#] hours, in the [B] depths of de-[E]-spair
Let the [G#m] killeagh boys [F#] roar far to [B] rattle the [E] air
BRIDGE:
Killeagh [B] la la-la [C#m] la la-la [B/D#] la la-la [E] la
la-la [B] la la-la [C#m] la la-la [B/D#] la la-la [E] la
Killeagh [B] la la-la [C#m] la la-la [B/D#] la la-la [E] la
For the [G#m] green and the [F#] white I a-[E]-dore
For the [G#m] parish to [F#] last ever-[E]-more
OUTRO:
When my [G#m] time's at an [F#] ending, when my [B] days are no [E] more
Bury [G#m] me with my [F#] hurley by the [B] ri-[Bsus2]-ver [B5 ] Dis-[B open]-sour
