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Ireland My Ireland Wolfe Tones

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Ireland My Ireland The Wolfe Tones lyrics and guitar chords. Written by Brian Warfield and the singer is Tommy Byrne. The chords are by Marc Fahrbach. Note: F major-chords should be played using a grand barrée (133211) to capture the spirit of the Wolfe Tones’ original. 4/4

Intro: Am-G-C F-G-C

 

In my (Am)dreams I (G)know that I can (C)fly

Just like the (F)small birds (G)and the (C)free birds

I can (Am)fly just (G)like the birds on (C)high

In the (Em)freedom of the (F)skies

I can (Am)soar across the (Em)heavens

How (F)easy now it (Em)seems

Like the (Am)birds I’ll (G)have no cares or (F)sorrow(Em)

In the (Am)shadow, the (G)shadow of my (Am)dreams.

 

(F)Ire(Em)land, my (Dm)Ire(G)land

It (Am)seems to me that (G)all the trees are (Em)sighing in the (F)breeze

(F)Ire(Em)land I (Dm)cry for my (G)la-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-and

(Am)Leaders of young (G)Ireland have been (Em)banished o’er the (F)seas

As I (Am)wonder through this (Em)lonely land my (Dm)heart is filled with (G)pain

For our (Dm)people have no (G)freedom, are imporvirished and en(Am)chained

I see them (G)fight and (F)struggle

Against the (Am)hunger and the (G)stormy hearts of (F)men

 

(F)Ire(Em)land, your (Dm)Ire(G)land

(Am)Banished to a (G)land beyond the (F)seas

As I (Am)gaze upon the (G)beauty of this (F)land

 

I can (Am)see a (G)rich and fertile (C)land

I feel the (F)spirit (G)of the (C)nation

A young (Am)maiden (G)weeps upon the (C)harp

I see (Em)tumbling towns and (F)towers

In a (Am)land that’s full of (Em)beauty

From the (F)mountains to the (Em)seas

But the (Am)wild flowers (G)drown their heads in (F)sorrow(Em)

In this (Am)valley, this (G)valley filled with (Am)tears.

 

(F)Ire(Em)land, my (Dm)Ire(G)land

It (Am)seems to me that (G)all the trees are (Em)sighing in the (F)breeze

(F)Ire(Em)land I (Dm)cry for my (G)la-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-and

(Am)Leaders of young (G)Ireland have been (Em)banished o’er the (F)seas

As I (Am)fly across this (Em)lonely land I see (Dm)golden fields of (G)corn

I see a (Dm)land thats filled with (G)plenty yet the people starve and (Am)die

Ireland (G)now is (F)silienced

To the (Am)land beyond the (G)waves now they’re (F)gone

 

(F)Ire(Em)land, your (Dm)Ire(G)land

(Am)Banished to a (G)land beyond the (F)seas

As I (Am)gaze upon the (G)beauty of this (F)land

 

Outro: Am-G-C

 

In my dreams I know that I can fly
But like the small birds and the free birds
I can fly just like the birds on high
To the freedom of the sky
I can soar across the heavens
How easy now it seems
Like the birds I will have no cares or sorrows
I the shadow, the shadows of my dreams.
 
 
Chorus
Ireland my Ireland
It seems to me that all the leaves
Are sighing in the breeze
Ireland I cry for my lan-ah
And it seems to me that all the leaves are gone.
 
 
As I wonder through my lonely land
My heart is full of pain
For our people have no freedom
Their imporvirished and enchained
I see them fight and struggle
Against the stormy hearts of men
A language struggle with the people
And by hunger all are slane
Ireland my Ireland
Banashed to a land beyond the sea.
 
 
I see a rich a rich and fertile land
I feel the spirit of a nation
A maiden weeps she weeps upon the harp
I see tumbling towns and towers
I a land of beauty and of splendour
From the mountains to the seas
But the wild flowers drown in sorrow
In this valley, this valley filled with tears.
 
 
Ireland my Ireland
It seems to me that all the leaves
Are sighing in the breeze
Ireland I cry for my lan-ah
And it seems to me that all the leaves are gone.
 
 
So I fly across this lonely land
I see golden fields of corn
I see a land thats filled with plenty
Yet the people starve and die
Young Ireland now is silienced
And are banashed far away
The lion preys upon the people
And devoures them night and day.

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