Chords for Damien Dempsey Kelly From Killane
Tempo:
101.1 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[C] [Bb]
[F] [C]
[Bb] What's the news, [Bb] what's the news, O [F] my bold [C] shalvel ears,
With your long [C]-barreled gun [F] of the sea?
Say, what wind [Bb] from the sun blows your [F] messenger here
With his hymn [C] of the dawn [F] for the free?
[Bb] Goodly news, goodly news do I bring you to thought,
Goodly news [Gm] will you hear by demand,
For [F] the boys' [Bb] march of dawn from [F] the south to the north,
Led by Kelly, [C] the boy from [F] Killam.
Tell me, who is that giant with the gold-calling hair,
He who rides at [C] the head of your [F] bar?
Seven feet [Bb] is his height, with some [C] inches to spare,
[F] But he looks [C] like a king in [F] comma.
[Bb] Tell me, boys, that's the [F] bride of the bold shalvel ears,
[Bb] Among our greatest [Gm] of heroes [G] of man.
Fling your [Bb] beavers aloft [F] and give tree-ringing cheers
For [C] John Kelly, the boy from [F]
Killam.
Well, in a scar, teasing [Bb] flames, an old wag's fur is worn,
And tomorrow [C] the borough will have [F] brass.
On the hill [Bb] or the town [F] we have planted [C] our goal,
That will butter [C] the gateway of [F]
brass.
[Bb] All the far-commanded bargemen [F] march o'er the heath,
[Bb] With brave harpy to [Gm]
lead up [C] the band,
[F] But the foremost [Bb] of men in that grim gap of death
Will be Kelly, [C] the boy [F] from [C] Killam.
[Bb] [F] [C]
[Bb] [F] But the gold-son of freedom grew darkened [Bb] uproarious,
[F] And it set by [C] the slain these [F] red waves.
And poor Wexford, [F] stripped naked, [Fm] hung high [Bb] on a cross,
[F] Her heart pierced by traitor than [C] slaves.
[Bb] Glory, oh, glory, oh, [F] to the bold men who died
For [Bb] the cause [Gm] of the gold-treasured [C]
man.
[F] Glory, oh, [Bb] to Mount Leicester's old [F] [F] darling and pride,
Not [C] Miss Kelly, the boy from [F] Killam.
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That's warm sound, isn't it?
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[F] [C]
[Bb] What's the news, [Bb] what's the news, O [F] my bold [C] shalvel ears,
With your long [C]-barreled gun [F] of the sea?
Say, what wind [Bb] from the sun blows your [F] messenger here
With his hymn [C] of the dawn [F] for the free?
[Bb] Goodly news, goodly news do I bring you to thought,
Goodly news [Gm] will you hear by demand,
For [F] the boys' [Bb] march of dawn from [F] the south to the north,
Led by Kelly, [C] the boy from [F] Killam.
Tell me, who is that giant with the gold-calling hair,
He who rides at [C] the head of your [F] bar?
Seven feet [Bb] is his height, with some [C] inches to spare,
[F] But he looks [C] like a king in [F] comma.
[Bb] Tell me, boys, that's the [F] bride of the bold shalvel ears,
[Bb] Among our greatest [Gm] of heroes [G] of man.
Fling your [Bb] beavers aloft [F] and give tree-ringing cheers
For [C] John Kelly, the boy from [F]
Killam.
Well, in a scar, teasing [Bb] flames, an old wag's fur is worn,
And tomorrow [C] the borough will have [F] brass.
On the hill [Bb] or the town [F] we have planted [C] our goal,
That will butter [C] the gateway of [F]
brass.
[Bb] All the far-commanded bargemen [F] march o'er the heath,
[Bb] With brave harpy to [Gm]
lead up [C] the band,
[F] But the foremost [Bb] of men in that grim gap of death
Will be Kelly, [C] the boy [F] from [C] Killam.
[Bb] [F] [C]
[Bb] [F] But the gold-son of freedom grew darkened [Bb] uproarious,
[F] And it set by [C] the slain these [F] red waves.
And poor Wexford, [F] stripped naked, [Fm] hung high [Bb] on a cross,
[F] Her heart pierced by traitor than [C] slaves.
[Bb] Glory, oh, glory, oh, [F] to the bold men who died
For [Bb] the cause [Gm] of the gold-treasured [C]
man.
[F] Glory, oh, [Bb] to Mount Leicester's old [F] [F] darling and pride,
Not [C] Miss Kelly, the boy from [F] Killam.
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That's warm sound, isn't it?
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_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ What's the news, [Bb] what's the news, O [F] my bold [C] shalvel ears,
With your long [C]-barreled gun [F] of the sea?
_ Say, what wind [Bb] from the sun blows your [F] messenger here
With his hymn [C] of the dawn [F] for the free? _ _
[Bb] Goodly news, goodly news do I bring you to thought,
Goodly news [Gm] will you hear by demand, _
For [F] the boys' [Bb] march of dawn from [F] the south to the north,
Led by Kelly, [C] the boy from [F] Killam. _ _ _ _ _
Tell me, who is that giant with the gold-calling hair,
He who rides at [C] the head of your [F] bar?
_ Seven feet [Bb] is his height, with some [C] inches to spare,
[F] But he looks [C] like a king in [F] comma.
_ _ [Bb] Tell me, boys, that's the [F] bride of the bold shalvel ears,
[Bb] Among our greatest [Gm] of heroes [G] of man.
Fling your [Bb] beavers aloft [F] and give tree-ringing cheers
For [C] John Kelly, the boy from [F] _
Killam.
_ _ _ Well, in a scar, teasing [Bb] flames, an old wag's fur is worn,
And tomorrow [C] the borough will have [F] brass.
On the hill [Bb] or the town [F] we have planted [C] our goal,
That will butter [C] the gateway of [F]
brass.
_ [Bb] All the far-commanded bargemen [F] march o'er the heath,
[Bb] With brave harpy to [Gm]
lead up [C] the band,
[F] But the foremost [Bb] of men in that grim gap of death
Will be Kelly, [C] the boy [F] from [C] Killam. _ _
[Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ _ But the gold-son of freedom grew _ darkened [Bb] uproarious,
[F] And it set by [C] the slain these [F] red waves.
And poor Wexford, [F] stripped naked, [Fm] hung high [Bb] on a cross,
[F] Her heart pierced by traitor than [C] _ slaves. _
[Bb] Glory, oh, glory, oh, [F] to the bold men who died
For [Bb] the cause [Gm] of the gold-treasured [C] _
man.
[F] Glory, oh, [Bb] to Mount Leicester's old [F] [F] darling and pride,
Not [C] Miss Kelly, the boy from [F] Killam. _ _ _ _ _
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_ That's warm sound, isn't it?
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[Bb] _ _ _ What's the news, [Bb] what's the news, O [F] my bold [C] shalvel ears,
With your long [C]-barreled gun [F] of the sea?
_ Say, what wind [Bb] from the sun blows your [F] messenger here
With his hymn [C] of the dawn [F] for the free? _ _
[Bb] Goodly news, goodly news do I bring you to thought,
Goodly news [Gm] will you hear by demand, _
For [F] the boys' [Bb] march of dawn from [F] the south to the north,
Led by Kelly, [C] the boy from [F] Killam. _ _ _ _ _
Tell me, who is that giant with the gold-calling hair,
He who rides at [C] the head of your [F] bar?
_ Seven feet [Bb] is his height, with some [C] inches to spare,
[F] But he looks [C] like a king in [F] comma.
_ _ [Bb] Tell me, boys, that's the [F] bride of the bold shalvel ears,
[Bb] Among our greatest [Gm] of heroes [G] of man.
Fling your [Bb] beavers aloft [F] and give tree-ringing cheers
For [C] John Kelly, the boy from [F] _
Killam.
_ _ _ Well, in a scar, teasing [Bb] flames, an old wag's fur is worn,
And tomorrow [C] the borough will have [F] brass.
On the hill [Bb] or the town [F] we have planted [C] our goal,
That will butter [C] the gateway of [F]
brass.
_ [Bb] All the far-commanded bargemen [F] march o'er the heath,
[Bb] With brave harpy to [Gm]
lead up [C] the band,
[F] But the foremost [Bb] of men in that grim gap of death
Will be Kelly, [C] the boy [F] from [C] Killam. _ _
[Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ _ But the gold-son of freedom grew _ darkened [Bb] uproarious,
[F] And it set by [C] the slain these [F] red waves.
And poor Wexford, [F] stripped naked, [Fm] hung high [Bb] on a cross,
[F] Her heart pierced by traitor than [C] _ slaves. _
[Bb] Glory, oh, glory, oh, [F] to the bold men who died
For [Bb] the cause [Gm] of the gold-treasured [C] _
man.
[F] Glory, oh, [Bb] to Mount Leicester's old [F] [F] darling and pride,
Not [C] Miss Kelly, the boy from [F] Killam. _ _ _ _ _
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_ That's warm sound, isn't it?
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