Bodenstown Churchyard Chords by Wolfe Tones

[C] _ _ In Bowdoin's town, Churchyard, _ [G] there [C] is a green grassland, _ _
[G] And [F] wildly around it the winter [G] winds _ _ rave.
[Cm] [C] Smaller shelter I _ ween, are the ruined [G] [C] walls there, _
When the [G] storm [C] sweeps down on [G] the plains [C] of Kildare. _ _
_ Once I stood on that spot, [G] it lies over [C] Wolfe Town,
_ [G] And thought [Dm] how he [G] _ perished [F] in prison [G] alone, _
_ _ [C] His friends _ _ unavenged, and his country _ unfree. _
Oh, bitter, I _ said, [G] is the _ _ [C] Patriot's _ meek. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ For in him the heart _ [G] _
_ _ [C] combined, [G] the heroic spirit,
And [F] a governing [G] mind, [C] a matter for Ireland.
His grave has no stone, his name seldom named,
And [G] his virtues [C] unknown. _ _ _
I was awoke from my dream, by [G] the voices [C] and thread,
Of [G] a band who came into [F] the home of [G] the dead.
[C] They carried no cross, and they carried no stone,
And they stopped when they came to [G] the grave of [C] Wolfe Town. _ _ _ _ _
_ My heart overflowed as [G] I grasped his [C] old hand,
[G] I blessed him, and blessed [F] every one of [G] his band.
[C] Sweet, sweet, is to find that such faith can remain,
In the cause and the man so [G] long [C] vanquished and _ _ slain.
In Wolfe's town [G] churchyard there is a [C] green grave,
[G] And freely around it [F] let winter [G] winds rave.
[C] Far better they suit him, the ruin and the gloom, _ _ _
Till all [G] _ [C] nations _ _ can _ [G] _
build him [C] a tomb.
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