VERSE 1:
From the [D#m] woods of Glen-[C#]-bower to the [F#] river Dis-[B]-sour
From the [D#m] arms of my [C#] mother to the [F#] land ever [B] pure
All I [D#m] have to re-[C#]-member, is the [F#] pride that I [B] felt
'round the [D#m] Páirc Uí Chin-[C#]-néide, where the [F#] boys never [B] knelt
CHORUS:
They'd go [F#] raring and [G#m] tearing and [A#m] fighting for [B] love
For the [D#m] land they call [C#] Killeagh and the [F#] lord up a-[B]-bove
Killeagh [F#] la la-la [G#m] la la-la [F#/A#] la la-la [B] la
For the [D#m] green and the [C#] white I a-[B]-dore
For the [D#m] parish to [C#] last ever-[B]-more [B]
VERSE 2:
Ninety-[D#m] Five came pro-[C#]-motion, high [F#] up on the [B] wing
And no-one [D#m] up to senior, [C#] what a [F#] beautiful [B] thing
In the [D#m] darkest of [C#] hours, in the [F#] depths of de-[B]-spair
Let the [D#m] killeagh boys [C#] roar far to [F#] rattle the [B] air
BRIDGE:
Killeagh [F#] la la-la [G#m] la la-la [F#/A#] la la-la [B] la
la-la [F#] la la-la [G#m] la la-la [F#/A#] la la-la [B] la
Killeagh [F#] la la-la [G#m] la la-la [F#/A#] la la-la [B] la
For the [D#m] green and the [C#] white I a-[B]-dore
For the [D#m] parish to [C#] last ever-[B]-more
OUTRO:
When my [D#m] time's at an [C#] ending, when my [F#] days are no [B] more
Bury [D#m] me with my [C#] hurley by the [F#] ri-[F#sus2]-ver [F#5 ] Dis-[F# open]-sour
