VERSE 1:
From the [Em] woods of Glen-[D]-bower to the [G] river Dis-[C]-sour
From the [Em] arms of my [D] mother to the [G] land ever [C] pure
All I [Em] have to re-[D]-member, is the [G] pride that I [C] felt
'round the [Em] Páirc Uí Chin-[D]-néide, where the [G] boys never [C] knelt
CHORUS:
They'd go [G] raring and [Am] tearing and [Bm] fighting for [C] love
For the [Em] land they call [D] Killeagh and the [G] lord up a-[C]-bove
Killeagh [G] la la-la [Am] la la-la [G/B] la la-la [C] la
For the [Em] green and the [D] white I a-[C]-dore
For the [Em] parish to [D] last ever-[C]-more [C]
VERSE 2:
Ninety-[Em] Five came pro-[D]-motion, high [G] up on the [C] wing
And no-one [Em] up to senior, [D] what a [G] beautiful [C] thing
In the [Em] darkest of [D] hours, in the [G] depths of de-[C]-spair
Let the [Em] killeagh boys [D] roar far to [G] rattle the [C] air
BRIDGE:
Killeagh [G] la la-la [Am] la la-la [G/B] la la-la [C] la
la-la [G] la la-la [Am] la la-la [G/B] la la-la [C] la
Killeagh [G] la la-la [Am] la la-la [G/B] la la-la [C] la
For the [Em] green and the [D] white I a-[C]-dore
For the [Em] parish to [D] last ever-[C]-more
OUTRO:
When my [Em] time's at an [D] ending, when my [G] days are no [C] more
Bury [Em] me with my [D] hurley by the [G] ri-[Gsus2]-ver [G5 ] Dis-[G open]-sour
