Hợp âm Rifles Of The I.R.A.

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[Intro 1]
[G][G][Em]
[C][G]

[Verse 1]
In [G]nineteen hundred and six[Em]teen,
the [C]forces of the [G]Crown
To take the orange, white, and [C]green,
bom[D]barded Dublin [G]town
But in '21, Britannia's [C]huns
were [D]forced to earn their [G]pay[C][G]
[Bm]And [Am]the B[G]lack and Tans like lightning r[Em]an
from the [C]rifles of the I.R.[G]A.

[Verse 2]
They [G]burned their way through Mun[Em]ster
and laid [C]Leinster on the [G]rack
In Connaught and in Ul[C]ster
marched the [D]men of brown and [G]black
They shot down wives and chil[C]dren
in their [D]own heroic [G]way[C][G]
And the [G]Black and Tans like lightning [Em]ran
from the [C]rifles of the I.R.[G]A.

[Interlude 1]
[G][G][Em]
[C][G]

[Verse 3]
They [G]hanged young Kevin Barry [Em]high,
a [C]lad of eighteen [G]years
Cork city's flames lit up the [C]sky
but our [D]brave boys knew no [G]fear
The Cork Brigade with hand gre[C]nades
in [D]ambush waiting [G]lay[C][G]
[Bm]And [Am]the B[G]lack and Tans like lightning r[Em]an
from the [C]rifles of the I.R.[G]A.

[Verse 4]
The [G]Tans tans were caught,
taken out and [Em]shot
by the [C]brave and valiant [G]few
Sean Treacy, Denny Lac[C]ey,
and Tom [D]Barry's gallant [G]crew
Though we're not free yet,
we won't for[C]get
un[D]til our dying [G]day[C][G]
[Bm]How [Am]the B[G]lack and Tans like lightning r[Em]an
from the [C]rifles of the I.R.[G]A.