GSus4 = 3-2-0-0-1-3 (This chord is optional!)

 

Come (G)all you sons of (D7)Paddy’s (G)land and listen (D7)onto (G)me
-(GSus4) -(G)

Till I re(D7)late of the (Am)hardships (G)great a crossing (D)o’er the (Em)sea


For the (G)want of (D7)bred ten (Am)thousands (G)fled so far a(D)cross the (Em)foam


And (G)left the land where (D7)they were (G)born called Erin’s (D7)lovely (G)home.

 

Black (G)forty seven I’ll (D7)never for(G)get when the fever it (D7)stalked the (G)land
-(GSus4) -(G)


And the famine (D7)without (Am)mercy (G)it stretched forth it’s (D)dreadful (Em)hand 


There’s (G)many the (D7)child in (Am)cold death (G)lay their parents (D)they did (Em)mourn


While the (G)landlord’s agents pulled (D7)down our (G)roofs in Erin’s (D7)lovely (G)home.

 

My (G)father, was a (D7)farming (G)man - reared to (D7)indus(G)try
-(GSus4) -(G)

He (G)had two (D7)sons, they (Am)were men (G)strong, and lovely (D)daughters (Em)three


Our (G)farm was too (D7)small to (Am)feed us (G)all so some of us (D)had to (Em)roam


With (G)sisters two I (D7)bid a(G)dieu to Erin’s (D7)lovely (G)home

 

My (G)father sold the (D7)second (G)cow and he borrowed (D7)twenty (G)pounds
-(GSus4) -(G)



And in the (D7)merry (Am)month of (G)May we sailed from (D)Sligo (Em)town


There were (G)thousands (D7)more left u(Am)pon the (G)shore all anxious (D)for to (Em)roam


And (G)leave the land where (D7)they were (G)born called Erin's (D7)lovely (G)home

 

We were (G)scarcely seven (D7)days at (G)sea when the fever it (D7)plagued our (G)crew
-(GSus4) -(G)

They were falling (D7)like the (Am)autumn (G)leaves bidding friends and (D)life a(Em)dieu


Now the (G)raging (D7)waves sweep (Am)o’er their (G)graves, amidst the (D)ocean (Em)foam


Our (G)friends may mourn for we'll (D7)never re(G)turn to Erin's (D7)lovely (G)home

 

My (G)loving sisters they (D7)both took (G)ill and their lives they were (D7)taken a(G)wa 
-(GSus4) -(G)

And oh it (D7)grieved my (Am)heart full (G)sore for to cast them (D)in the (Em)sea


Down (G)in the (D7)deep now (Am)they do (G)sleep they never (D)more will (Em)roam


But in (G)heaven I’ll meet with my (D7)sisters (G)sweet from Erin’s (D7)lovely (G)home

 

Now I’m (G)in the land of (D7)liber(G)ty where plenty it (D7)does a(G)bound
-(GSus4) -(G)

Where the labouring (D7)man gets (Am)full re(G)ward for the tilling (D)of his (Em)ground


There’s (G)naught I can (D7)see that can (Am)comfort (G)me as an exile (D)I must (Em)roam


And (G)end my days far (D7)far a(G)way from Erin’s (D7)lovely (G)home