Hợp âm Glenswilly

Lời & hợp âm

[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
[D]Attention pay
My [A]country [D]men and hear
my [G]native [D]news
Although my song is [G]sorrow[D]ful I
Hope you'll me ex[G]cuse
[D]I left my peaceful [G]resid[D]ence
A foreign land [G]to see
And I [D]bid farewell [A]to Doneg[D]al
Likewise [G]to [D]Gle[A]nsw[D]illy

[Verse 2]
Some stalwart men [A]around me [D]stood
Each comrade [G]kind and [D]true
And as I grasped each [G]well known
[D]Hand to bid a last adue
[G]I s[D]aid, "my fellow c[G]ountrymen
[D]I hope you'll soon be fre[G]e
To [D]raise the sunburst [A]proudly [D]o'er
The hills [G]of [D]Gle[A]nsw[D]ill[G]y"[D]

[Verse 3]
No more [A]beside [D]a sy[A] camo[D]re I'll
Hear [G]the blackbird [D]sing
No more to me [G]the blithe [D]cuckoo
Shall welcome back [G]the spring
No [D]more I'll plough your [G]fertile [D]fields
A [G]chuisle geal mo chroídhe
For the [D]foreign soil I'm [A]doomed [D]to toil
Far far [G]from [D]Glenswilly
[A]It

[Verse 4]
[D]is these cruel [A]English [D]laws
That curse our [G]native [D]isle
Must Irish men always [G]live [D]like slaves
Or else die in ex[G]ile?
There's [D]not a man [G]to strike a
[D]Blow or keep down [G]tyranny
Since [D]Lord Leitrim like a [A]dog [D]was shot
Not far [G]from [D]Gle[A]nsw[D]ill[G]y[D]

[Verse 5]
God bless ye, dark ol' [A]Doneg[D]al
My own dear [G]native [D]land
In dreams I oft- times [G]see your
[D]Hills and towering mountains
[G]grand [D]but alas
Three thousand [G]miles that [D]lie betwixt
These hills [G]and me i'm a [D]poor
Forlorn [A]exile [D]cast far far
[G]from Glenswilly

[Outro 1]
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