Chords for John Doyle - Clear the Way

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So this one is, this last song is called Clear The Way or, sorry, Clear The Way or Fog of Balla.
And Clear [B] The Way, Fog of Balla [Eb] was a war rallying cry of the Fighting 69th [G] Brigade.
_ A brigade that was set up by [C] a man called Francis Marr.
Marr of the Sword he was [Eb] called, he was from Waterford.
And he was in another failed rebellion in 1848 along with John Mitchell and William Smith O'Brien.
And they were sent, they were gentlemen and they got kind of lenient treatment, _ kind of because of a general uproar around Ireland when they were caught.
And instead of life in Van Diemen's Lodge they got seven [Em] years.
_ But when [B] they got there they decided to escape and [N] after one year _ _ they said okay we're going to escape.
They had to give 24 hours notice before they escaped apparently.
_ _ This is true.
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In Marr's [B] journals, not Marr's journals but John Mitchell's journals, _ if [C] you're into that type of history it's great.
He was a fantastic writer.
[Eb] And he explains how he was on his horse and because of his pride he didn't want to escape because he was a gentleman. _ _
Until he said to the British government I'm going to escape.
So he ran in on his horse, he was on his horse, he jumped off the horse, ran into the nearest constabulary office and said [Abm] I'm handing in my chit I am going to escape [C] now. _
And ran [G] out the door, hopped on his horse and [F] paid off. _
_ _ And things were already [G] set up for him so he got onto a ship, ended up in Knoxville, [Ab] _ close to where I am.
_ _ He was an avid supporter of the [Eb] south, Marr was an avid supporter [N] of the north.
_ _ _ _ _ So anyway Marr set up the brigade, they fought many a battle and the last two were Fredericksburg and Antietam.
In Fredericksburg they were _ climbing up a height, they had to charge this height.
On the top of it were Macmillan's rebels who were about 80% naturalised [Bb] Irish themselves.
And [G] the Irish brigade were as well.
3 [N],000 men went up the hill, 300 came down.
So much so it was such a disaster that _ the brigade was disbanded.
_ [B] _ _ And Marr got _ _ disillusioned with the war [G] and ended up becoming the governor of [N] Montana. _
_ _ _ _ And he _ _ fell off a riverboat exactly. _ _
_ And because he had some gambling debts apparently.
_ _ So an ignominious end [F] to Francis Marr. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ And [D] there was no woman to [Fm] save him. _
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_ So thanks very much [C] again.
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_ _ [F] _ _ Well I stared at the sight all around me, [Eb] dusted blue [Bb] and [Cm] faded grey.
_ _ [G] Men in heaps were scattered, men [Eb] who fought and [Bb] died the other [F] day.
I left my youth in Connemara, _ _ _ [C] _
roving from [Cm] town to town.
[Bb] I shipped on board [Eb] of the Amelia, _ [F] the New York City [Bb] I was [F] bound.
_ Not [Cm] for honour, [Bb] nor for [F] country, _ [Eb] we'd kill for [C] three square meals a day.
[Fm] Off the boat [Eb] and pack on [F] shoulder, _ [Eb] gun in [Bb] hand, we're [F] here to stay.
[C] At Fenwick's burn [Bb] we [G] rose to meet them, though we knew the price [C] we'd paid.
But [Eb] the Irish [Bb] Brigade will not [G] surrender, _ _ [Eb] _
[Bb] Bogobolla cleared [F] _ away. _ _ _
So no more, _ he gave the order, up [Eb] Mary's [Bb] heights, [Cm] charred away.
The hills [F] were rife with blood and murder, as [Eb] we gouted [Bb] and tore [F] our way. _
_ [Dm] Macmillan's rebels [Cm] they [G] fired upon us, shot [C] and shelled, broke [Cm] down the [Bb] walls.
Their [F] green flag [G] rose high above them, and [Eb] ours fell [Bb] on the battle [G] wall.
At [C] Fenwick's burn [Bb] we [F] rose to meet them, though [F] we knew [C] the price we'd paid.
But the [Bb] Irish Brigade will not [G] surrender, _ _ [Eb] Bogobolla [Bb] cleared [G] away. _
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_ _ _ [F] Well as a hand and face to face there, [Eb] a young rebel [F] he charged me in the fray.
_ I turned around [Cm] and my [G] blade went through him, [Ab] I did a [Bb] devil's work that [F] day.
I [Dm] saw my [Eb] face [F] there before me, [C] in the boy that I ewed down.
He [Am] could have been [G] a friend or brother, and [Eb] let her exile [Bb] from [G] my town. _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ Two [F] thousand strong rose to fight them, in _ Antietam's ripening corn.
_ But Fenwick's burn was our undoing, three hundred [F] left to feed them all.
_ [C] At Fenwick's [Bb] burn we [F] rose to meet them, though we [F] knew the [C] price we'd paid.
But the [Eb] Irish [Bb] Brigade will not [G] surrender, _ _ [Bb] Bogobolla cleared [C] away.
_ At Fenwick's [Bb] burn [F] we rose to meet them, though we knew [C] the price we'd paid.
But the [Bb] Irish Brigade will not [F] surrender, _ _ Bogobolla cleared away.
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