Medley - Off to Dublin, Broad Black Brimmer, Provo Lullabye Chords by The Irish Brigade

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For I am a [A] merry _ ploughboy, and I plough the fields [D] by day,
[A] Till the sudden thought came to my mind that I should [F#m] run [D] away. _
For I'm sick and [A] tired of slavery since the day that I [D] was born,
[A] And I'm off to join the _ IRV, and I'm off tomorrow [D] _ morn.
And we're all off to Dublin [A] in the green, in the green,
With our helmets [D] glistening in the sun,
[A] Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash
To the echo of a [D] Thompson gun. _
I'll leave aside [A] my pick and spade, I'll leave aside [D] my plough,
[A] I will leave aside my horse and yoke, for no more I'll need [D] them now.
Oh, but I'll take my [A] short revolver and my bandolier [D] of lead,
[A] And I live or die, I can but try to [F#m] avenge our [D] country's dead.
And we're all off to Dublin [A] in the green, in the green,
With our helmets glistening [D] in the sun,
[A] Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash
To the echo of a [D] Thompson gun. _
Well, now some men fight [A] for silver, I am some men fight [D] for gold,
[A] But the IRA are fighting for [F#m] the land that the [D] Saxons stole.
And we're all off to Dublin [A] in the green, in the green,
With our helmets [D] glistening in the sun, _
[A] Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash
To the echo of [F#m] a [D] Thompson gun. _
[G] _ _ _ There's a uniform that's hanging [C] in what's known as [G] Father's room,
A uniform [A] so simple [D] in its style,
[G] Well, it has no grain of gold, [C] silk, no hat, no [G] feathered goon,
Yet me mother has preserved it all the while.
[C] One day she made me try it [G] on, always had mine for years,
[Em] To memory of your father's shun she said,
_ [G] And as she placed the sand brown [C] on, she was smiling [G] through her tears,
She placed a broad black [D] river [G] on me head.
It's just a broad black river, [C] with slim and [G] straight and torn,
[Em] With a carelessness of many's a mountain _ breeze,
An old [G] drenched cold [C] glass, so fat and [G] stained and worn,
And reeds is [D] almost dead were [G] at their knees.
[C] A sand brown velvet, [G] with a book of old Reagan's song,
[Em] And a holster that's been empty many's a day,
_ [G] For men came out in freedom, [C] but one should [G] choose to live over
The broad black river [D] of the [G] IRA.
_ To the uniform me mother [C] wore, and by me father [G] never go,
[Em] When he reached me [A] mother's [D] homestead on the run.
_ [G] To us the uniform me father [C] wore, and like a little [G] church below,
When her father [D] and Mackey blasted [G] furnace one.
_ [C] And after three shun three d [G] and the pardon off the way,
[Em] He wore it when he marched out with the rest,
_ [G] And as they poured his body [C] down, the rugged [G] heather grey,
They placed a [D] broad black perlmer [G] on his chest.
It's just a broad black river, [C] with slim and [G] straight and torn,
[Em] With a carelessness of many's a mountain _ breeze,
[G] An old drenched cold [C] glass, so fat and [G] stained and worn,
And rich as almost ever at the knees.
[C] A sandbrand belt, [G] with a book of old Reagan's song,
And [Em] a holster that's been empty many's a day,
_ [G] For men came out in freedom, [C] but one should [G] choose to live over
The broad [Em] black river [D] of the [G] IRA.
[C] _ _
[G] _ _ _ And now _ can't you hear,
The [C] bullets [G] humming, _
[Am] _ _ _ [D] Ah sure _ that's a po'vo's [G] _ [C] lullaby, _
[G] _ _ [D] So [G] now go to sleep, my [C] weary po'vo,
[Am] _ _ _ [D] And _ _ let this time go [G] drifting _ _ [D] by,
_ And [G] now _ can't you hear,
The bullets [C] _ humming, _
[Am] _ _ _ [D] Ah sure _ _ that's a po'vo's [G] _ [C] lullaby, _
[G] _ _ [D] _ [G] Sure I know, the peelers give [C] you trouble,
_ [Em] _
[Am] _ _ _ [D] But sure they cause trouble _ [G] everywhere, _ _
[D] _ _ And [G] someday _ you'll die and [C] go to sleep,
In the arms of heaven, _
[Am] _ _ _ [D] And _ there'll be no _ [G] policemen _ [C] there,
[G] _ _ [D] So [G] now go to sleep, my [C] weary po'vo,
[Am] _ _ _ [D] And _ let this time go [G] drifting _ by,
[D] _ _ And [G] now _ can't you hear,
The [C] bullets humming, _
[Am] _ _ _ [D] Ah sure _ _ that's a po'vo's [G] lullaby,
[C] _ _
[G] _ _ [D] So [G] now go to sleep, my [C] weary po [G]'vo,
[Am] _ _ _ [D] And let _ this time go [G] drifting _ by,
[D] _ And [G] now _ can't you hear,
The bullets [C] _ humming,
[E] _
[Am] _ _ _ [D] Ah sure _ that's a po'vo's [G] lullaby,
[C] _ _
[G] _ _ I know _ can't you hear,
The bullets [C] _ [G] humming, _
_ [Am] _ _ [D] Sure _ that's a po'vo's [G] lullaby,
[C] _
[G] Lullaby, _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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