[C]Twenty men from[Am] Dublin town[F] riding on the mountain[D]side
Fearless of the[Am] Saxon frown, [F]twenty brothers
true and [C]tried
[F]Blood flows [G]in the [C]city[Am] streets,[F] there the green is lying[G] low
Here[C] the Emerald[Am]
standard greets [F]eyes a[G]like of friend and[C] foe
Chorus- [F]Fly the [G]city, [C]brothers[Am] tried, [F]join us on the mountain[G]side
[C]Where we've England's[Am]
power defied[G] twenty [F]men from Dublin[C] town
Twenty men from Dublin town, full of love and full of hate
Ah! our chief, our Tone is down, hand of God avenge his
fate
Joy it is when e'er we meet redcoats on the mountain track
Oh as deer they must be fleet, if to Dublin they get
back
Twenty men from Dublin town, every night around the fire
Brimming glasses we toss down to our captain Michael Dwyer
Slainte,
Michael, barve and true, then there rings the wild hurrah
As we drink, dear land, to you, Eire! Slainte Geal go Bragh
