SONG OF THE REBEL IRISH 4/4
For
the version from the movie ‚Gods and Genereals’ use capo on 2nd fret
Oh,
not (D)now for songs of a (A7)nation's (D)wrongs,
not
the groans of starving (A7)la(D)bor;
Let
the rifle ring and the (A7)bullet (D)sing
to
the clash of the flashing (G)sa(A7)bre!
There
are (D)Irish ranks on the (A7)tented (D)banks
of
Columbia's guarded (A7)oce(D)an;
And
an iron clank from (A7)flank to (D)flank
tells
of armed men in (G)mo(A7)tion.
The
(D)Irish green shall a(A7)gain be (D)seen
as
our Irish fathers (A7)bore (D)it,
A
burning wind from the (A7)South be(D)hind,
and
the Yankee rout be(G)fore (A7)it!
O'(D)Neil's
red hand shall (A7)purge the (D)land-
Rain
a fire on men and (A7)catt(D)le,
Till
the Lincoln snakes in their (A7)own cold (D)lakes
Plunge
from the blaze of (G)batt(A7)le.
Whoe(D)'er
shall march by tri(A7)umphal (D)arch
Whoe'er
may swell the (A7)slaugh(D)ter,
Our
drums shall roll from the (A7)Capi(D)tol
O'er
Potomac's fateful (G)wa(A7)ter!
Rise,
(D)bleeding ghosts, to the (A7)Lord of (D)Hosts
For
judgement final and (A7)sol(D)emn;
Your
fanatic horde to the (A7)edge if the (D)sword
Is
doomed line, square, and (G)co(D)lumn!
