Intro: A-A7-D-G-D
For (D)countless years true (G)Irishmen have (A)lived in slave(A7)ry
When (D)seven men with (G)burning souls had a (A)dream of (A7)Ireland (D)free
They (G)saw the green flag (A)flying o’er the (E)likes of me and (A)you(A7)
And (D)with their hearts they (G)gave their lifes to (A)make their (A7)dream
come (D)true.
(D)Connolly saw o(G)ppression true the (A)curse of pover(A7)ty
The (D)youth did served, the (G)hungry child, des(A)pair and (A7)mise(D)ry.
His (G)vision was of (A)better times
for the (E)likes of me and (A)you(A7)
And (D)for that cause he (G)fought and died what (A)more could (A7)one man (D)do?
As the (D)kindling breeze of
(G)liberty swept (A)softly o’er this (A7)land
Mac(D)Donagh, Pearse and (G)Plunkett felt its (A)staring (A7)strong and (D)grand
These (G)learned men left (A)book and pen for the (E)likes of me and (A)you(A7)
And (D)by the sword they (G)pledged their word to (A)free their (A7)rushing
(D)???
Brave (D)Sean MacDermott (G)battled on in (A)sickness and in (A7)pain
To (D)march with Kent, to (G)follow Clarke and (A)conquer (A7)for Sinn (D)Fein
At (G)Easter tide they (A)all three died for the (E)likes of me of (A)you(A7)
Faced (D)British might to (G)bring the light of (A)freedom (A7)shining (D)through
Though (D)many years have (G)passed since then true (A)men we remember (A7)still
Those (D)seven men and (G)seven more who (A)lie in (A7)Arbour (D)Hill
The (G)very name of (A)Pearse must shame the (E)likes of me and (A)you(A7)
Who (D)stand and stare and (G)will not dare to (A)do what (A7)we should (D)do
