Chords for The Irish Brigade - Yo Ho I'm a Provo/Men Behind the Wire/Rock on Rockall
Tempo:
113.7 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
Bm
A
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] [D] [A]
[D] Well, Ireland is a very funny place, sir, [G] It's a strange and a [D] troubled land,
And the Irish are a very funny race, sir, [Bm] Every girl's in common with man.
[D]
Every doggy has a tricoloured ribbon, [G] Tied firmly to [D] his tail,
[G] And it wouldn't be surprising [D] if there'd be [Bm] another [D] license,
Said the man from the Daily Mail.
Every bird upon my word's [Bm] singing, Yo-ho, I'm a po-ho,
[D] Every hen in jade is laying hand [E] grenades, Over there, sir, I [A] do declare, sir,
[G] And every cock in the [Bm] barnyard's stopped singing,
Try out [A] to Sinn Féin,
[G] And it wouldn't be [D] surprising if there'd be another license,
Said the man [A] from the [D] Daily Mail.
The whole place is seething with sedition, [G] It's Sinn Féin through and [D] through,
All the boys are joining local units, [Bm]
And the password's Sinn Féin too.
[D] Well, the IRA just sent me [G] a time bomb in [D] the mail,
[G] And I'm shaking in [D] my shoes as I'm sending [Bm] out the news,
[D] Said the [A] man from the [D] Daily Mail.
Every bird upon my [Bm] word's singing, Yo-ho, I'm a po-ho,
[D] Every hen in jade is laying hand grenades, [E] Over there, sir, [A] I do declare, sir,
[G] And every cock in the [Bm] barnyard's stopped [G] singing,
Try out to [A] Sinn Féin,
[G] And it wouldn't be surprising [D] if there'd be another license,
Said the [A] man from the Daily [D] Mail.
[G] [Em] Armoured cars and tanks and [D] guns, Came to [G] take away our sons,
Every [C] man will stand [G] behind, And end behind the wire.
Through the little [D] streets of [G] Belfast, In the dark [D] of early morn,
[G] British [D] soldiers came a [G]-rotting, Wrecking little homes with scorn,
Heelless [C] of the crying [G] children, Dragging [D] fathers from their [G] beds,
Beating sons [D] while helpless [G] mothers, Watched the blood pour from their heads.
[Em] Armoured cars and tanks and [D] guns, Came to take [G] away our sons,
Every [C] man will stand [G] behind, And end behind the wire.
Proudly [D] stand behind [G] our banners, Firmly stand [D]
behind our men,
[G] We will have [D] them freed [G] out, The little nation [D] once [G] again,
All the [C] people, staff [G] together, Proudly [D] firmly on your way,
[G] Never fear [D] and never [G] falter, Till the boys [D] come home [G] to stay.
Armoured [Em] cars and tanks and guns, [D]
Came to [G] take away our sons,
Every [C] man will stand [G] behind, And end behind the wire.
[D]
Oh, the empire it is finished, No foreign lands to seize,
[G] Now the greedy [D] hands of England, Are reaching [A] towards the sea,
[D] Two hundred miles from [Bm] Donegal, [D] There's a place they call Rockall,
[G] And the greedy [D] hands of Whitehall, [A] Are reaching for [D] its wall,
So rock on, Rockall, you [Bm] never fall.
[D] To Britain's greedy hands, [G] She'll meet the [D] same resistance,
[E] As she [Bm] did with [A] Molly's hands, Maybe [D] the sea will dry and [Bm] block your eyes,
[D] And the waters crush your shell, [G] And the natural [D] gas will burn your ass,
[A] And blow you all [D] to hell.
Well, the seas will not be silent, While Britannia rules the waves,
[G] But remember that [D] the Irish, [E] Will no longer be [A] your slaves.
[D] I remember this [Bm] Britannia well,
[D] Sure you'll rule the waves no more,
[G] So keep your hands [D] up, Rockall, [A] It's Irish [D] to the core,
So rock on, Rockall, you never [Bm] fall.
[D] To Britain's greedy hands, [G] She'll meet [D] the same resistance,
[E] As she did with [A] Molly's hands, [D] Maybe the sea will dry and block [Bm] your eyes,
[D] And the waters crush your shell, [G] And the natural gas [D] will burn your [A] ass,
And blow you [D] all to hell.
So rock on, Rockall, you never [Bm] fall.
[D] To Britain's greedy hands, [G] She'll meet the [D] same resistance,
[E] As she did with [A] Molly's hands, [D] Maybe the sea will dry and block [Bm] your eyes,
[D] And the waters crush your shell, [G] And the natural gas [D] will burn your ass,
[A] And blow you [D] all to hell.
So rock on, Rockall, you [Bm] never fall.
[D] Rock on, Rockall, you [Bm] never fall.
[D]
Rock on, Rockall, you never fall.
[Bm] [D] [Bm]
[D] [B]
[N]
[D] Well, Ireland is a very funny place, sir, [G] It's a strange and a [D] troubled land,
And the Irish are a very funny race, sir, [Bm] Every girl's in common with man.
[D]
Every doggy has a tricoloured ribbon, [G] Tied firmly to [D] his tail,
[G] And it wouldn't be surprising [D] if there'd be [Bm] another [D] license,
Said the man from the Daily Mail.
Every bird upon my word's [Bm] singing, Yo-ho, I'm a po-ho,
[D] Every hen in jade is laying hand [E] grenades, Over there, sir, I [A] do declare, sir,
[G] And every cock in the [Bm] barnyard's stopped singing,
Try out [A] to Sinn Féin,
[G] And it wouldn't be [D] surprising if there'd be another license,
Said the man [A] from the [D] Daily Mail.
The whole place is seething with sedition, [G] It's Sinn Féin through and [D] through,
All the boys are joining local units, [Bm]
And the password's Sinn Féin too.
[D] Well, the IRA just sent me [G] a time bomb in [D] the mail,
[G] And I'm shaking in [D] my shoes as I'm sending [Bm] out the news,
[D] Said the [A] man from the [D] Daily Mail.
Every bird upon my [Bm] word's singing, Yo-ho, I'm a po-ho,
[D] Every hen in jade is laying hand grenades, [E] Over there, sir, [A] I do declare, sir,
[G] And every cock in the [Bm] barnyard's stopped [G] singing,
Try out to [A] Sinn Féin,
[G] And it wouldn't be surprising [D] if there'd be another license,
Said the [A] man from the Daily [D] Mail.
[G] [Em] Armoured cars and tanks and [D] guns, Came to [G] take away our sons,
Every [C] man will stand [G] behind, And end behind the wire.
Through the little [D] streets of [G] Belfast, In the dark [D] of early morn,
[G] British [D] soldiers came a [G]-rotting, Wrecking little homes with scorn,
Heelless [C] of the crying [G] children, Dragging [D] fathers from their [G] beds,
Beating sons [D] while helpless [G] mothers, Watched the blood pour from their heads.
[Em] Armoured cars and tanks and [D] guns, Came to take [G] away our sons,
Every [C] man will stand [G] behind, And end behind the wire.
Proudly [D] stand behind [G] our banners, Firmly stand [D]
behind our men,
[G] We will have [D] them freed [G] out, The little nation [D] once [G] again,
All the [C] people, staff [G] together, Proudly [D] firmly on your way,
[G] Never fear [D] and never [G] falter, Till the boys [D] come home [G] to stay.
Armoured [Em] cars and tanks and guns, [D]
Came to [G] take away our sons,
Every [C] man will stand [G] behind, And end behind the wire.
[D]
Oh, the empire it is finished, No foreign lands to seize,
[G] Now the greedy [D] hands of England, Are reaching [A] towards the sea,
[D] Two hundred miles from [Bm] Donegal, [D] There's a place they call Rockall,
[G] And the greedy [D] hands of Whitehall, [A] Are reaching for [D] its wall,
So rock on, Rockall, you [Bm] never fall.
[D] To Britain's greedy hands, [G] She'll meet the [D] same resistance,
[E] As she [Bm] did with [A] Molly's hands, Maybe [D] the sea will dry and [Bm] block your eyes,
[D] And the waters crush your shell, [G] And the natural [D] gas will burn your ass,
[A] And blow you all [D] to hell.
Well, the seas will not be silent, While Britannia rules the waves,
[G] But remember that [D] the Irish, [E] Will no longer be [A] your slaves.
[D] I remember this [Bm] Britannia well,
[D] Sure you'll rule the waves no more,
[G] So keep your hands [D] up, Rockall, [A] It's Irish [D] to the core,
So rock on, Rockall, you never [Bm] fall.
[D] To Britain's greedy hands, [G] She'll meet [D] the same resistance,
[E] As she did with [A] Molly's hands, [D] Maybe the sea will dry and block [Bm] your eyes,
[D] And the waters crush your shell, [G] And the natural gas [D] will burn your [A] ass,
And blow you [D] all to hell.
So rock on, Rockall, you never [Bm] fall.
[D] To Britain's greedy hands, [G] She'll meet the [D] same resistance,
[E] As she did with [A] Molly's hands, [D] Maybe the sea will dry and block [Bm] your eyes,
[D] And the waters crush your shell, [G] And the natural gas [D] will burn your ass,
[A] And blow you [D] all to hell.
So rock on, Rockall, you [Bm] never fall.
[D] Rock on, Rockall, you [Bm] never fall.
[D]
Rock on, Rockall, you never fall.
[Bm] [D] [Bm]
[D] [B]
[N]
Key:
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Bm
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_ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _
[D] _ _ _ _ Well, Ireland is a very funny place, sir, [G] It's a strange and a [D] troubled land,
And the Irish are a very funny race, sir, [Bm] Every girl's in common with man.
[D]
Every doggy has a tricoloured ribbon, [G] Tied firmly to [D] his tail,
[G] And it wouldn't be surprising [D] if there'd be [Bm] another [D] license,
Said the man from the Daily Mail.
_ Every bird upon my word's [Bm] singing, Yo-ho, I'm a po-ho,
[D] Every hen in jade is laying hand [E] grenades, Over there, sir, I [A] do declare, sir,
[G] And every cock in the [Bm] barnyard's stopped singing,
Try out [A] to Sinn Féin,
[G] And it wouldn't be [D] surprising if there'd be another license,
Said the man [A] from the [D] Daily Mail.
The whole place is seething with sedition, [G] It's Sinn Féin through and [D] through,
All the boys are joining local units, [Bm]
And the password's Sinn Féin too.
[D] Well, the IRA just sent me [G] a time bomb in [D] the mail,
[G] And I'm shaking in [D] my shoes as I'm sending [Bm] out the news,
[D] Said the [A] man from the [D] Daily Mail. _
Every bird upon my [Bm] word's singing, Yo-ho, I'm a po-ho,
[D] Every hen in jade is laying hand grenades, [E] Over there, sir, [A] I do declare, sir,
[G] And every cock in the [Bm] barnyard's stopped [G] singing,
Try out to [A] Sinn Féin,
[G] And it wouldn't be surprising [D] if there'd be another license,
Said the [A] man from the Daily [D] Mail. _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] Armoured cars and tanks and [D] guns, Came to [G] take away our sons,
Every [C] man will stand [G] behind, And end behind the wire.
Through the little [D] streets of [G] Belfast, In the dark [D] of early morn,
[G] British [D] soldiers came a [G]-rotting, Wrecking little homes with scorn,
Heelless [C] of the crying [G] children, Dragging [D] fathers from their [G] beds,
Beating sons [D] while helpless [G] mothers, Watched the blood pour from their heads.
_ _ [Em] Armoured cars and tanks and [D] guns, Came to take [G] away our sons,
Every [C] man will stand [G] behind, And end behind the wire. _ _ _
Proudly [D] stand behind [G] our banners, Firmly stand [D]
behind our men,
[G] We will have [D] them freed [G] out, The little nation [D] once [G] again,
All the [C] people, staff [G] together, Proudly [D] firmly on your way,
[G] Never fear [D] and never [G] falter, Till the boys [D] come home [G] to stay.
_ _ Armoured [Em] cars and tanks and guns, [D]
Came to [G] take away our sons,
Every [C] man will stand [G] behind, And end behind the wire.
_ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ Oh, the empire it is finished, No foreign lands to seize,
[G] Now the greedy [D] hands of England, Are reaching [A] towards the sea,
_ [D] Two hundred miles from [Bm] Donegal, _ _ [D] There's a place they call Rockall,
[G] And the greedy [D] hands of Whitehall, [A] Are reaching for [D] its wall,
So rock on, Rockall, you [Bm] never _ fall.
[D] To Britain's greedy hands, [G] She'll meet the [D] same resistance,
[E] As she [Bm] did with [A] Molly's _ hands, Maybe [D] the sea will dry and [Bm] block your _ eyes,
[D] And the waters crush your shell, [G] And the natural [D] gas will burn your ass,
[A] And blow you all [D] to hell.
_ _ Well, the seas will not be silent, While Britannia rules the waves,
[G] But remember that [D] the Irish, [E] Will no longer be [A] your slaves.
[D] I remember this [Bm] Britannia well, _
[D] Sure you'll rule the waves no more,
[G] So keep your hands [D] up, Rockall, [A] It's Irish [D] to the core,
So rock on, Rockall, you never [Bm] _ fall.
[D] To Britain's greedy hands, [G] She'll meet [D] the same resistance,
[E] As she did with [A] Molly's _ hands, [D] Maybe the sea will dry and block [Bm] your eyes,
[D] And the waters crush your shell, [G] And the natural gas [D] will burn your [A] ass,
And blow you [D] all to hell.
So rock on, Rockall, you never [Bm] _ fall.
[D] To Britain's greedy hands, [G] She'll meet the [D] same resistance,
[E] As she did with [A] Molly's _ hands, [D] Maybe the sea will dry and block [Bm] your eyes, _
[D] And the waters crush your shell, [G] And the natural gas [D] will burn your ass,
[A] And blow you [D] all to hell.
So rock on, Rockall, you [Bm] never fall.
_ [D] Rock on, Rockall, you [Bm] never fall.
_ _ [D]
Rock on, Rockall, you never fall.
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ Well, Ireland is a very funny place, sir, [G] It's a strange and a [D] troubled land,
And the Irish are a very funny race, sir, [Bm] Every girl's in common with man.
[D]
Every doggy has a tricoloured ribbon, [G] Tied firmly to [D] his tail,
[G] And it wouldn't be surprising [D] if there'd be [Bm] another [D] license,
Said the man from the Daily Mail.
_ Every bird upon my word's [Bm] singing, Yo-ho, I'm a po-ho,
[D] Every hen in jade is laying hand [E] grenades, Over there, sir, I [A] do declare, sir,
[G] And every cock in the [Bm] barnyard's stopped singing,
Try out [A] to Sinn Féin,
[G] And it wouldn't be [D] surprising if there'd be another license,
Said the man [A] from the [D] Daily Mail.
The whole place is seething with sedition, [G] It's Sinn Féin through and [D] through,
All the boys are joining local units, [Bm]
And the password's Sinn Féin too.
[D] Well, the IRA just sent me [G] a time bomb in [D] the mail,
[G] And I'm shaking in [D] my shoes as I'm sending [Bm] out the news,
[D] Said the [A] man from the [D] Daily Mail. _
Every bird upon my [Bm] word's singing, Yo-ho, I'm a po-ho,
[D] Every hen in jade is laying hand grenades, [E] Over there, sir, [A] I do declare, sir,
[G] And every cock in the [Bm] barnyard's stopped [G] singing,
Try out to [A] Sinn Féin,
[G] And it wouldn't be surprising [D] if there'd be another license,
Said the [A] man from the Daily [D] Mail. _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] Armoured cars and tanks and [D] guns, Came to [G] take away our sons,
Every [C] man will stand [G] behind, And end behind the wire.
Through the little [D] streets of [G] Belfast, In the dark [D] of early morn,
[G] British [D] soldiers came a [G]-rotting, Wrecking little homes with scorn,
Heelless [C] of the crying [G] children, Dragging [D] fathers from their [G] beds,
Beating sons [D] while helpless [G] mothers, Watched the blood pour from their heads.
_ _ [Em] Armoured cars and tanks and [D] guns, Came to take [G] away our sons,
Every [C] man will stand [G] behind, And end behind the wire. _ _ _
Proudly [D] stand behind [G] our banners, Firmly stand [D]
behind our men,
[G] We will have [D] them freed [G] out, The little nation [D] once [G] again,
All the [C] people, staff [G] together, Proudly [D] firmly on your way,
[G] Never fear [D] and never [G] falter, Till the boys [D] come home [G] to stay.
_ _ Armoured [Em] cars and tanks and guns, [D]
Came to [G] take away our sons,
Every [C] man will stand [G] behind, And end behind the wire.
_ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ Oh, the empire it is finished, No foreign lands to seize,
[G] Now the greedy [D] hands of England, Are reaching [A] towards the sea,
_ [D] Two hundred miles from [Bm] Donegal, _ _ [D] There's a place they call Rockall,
[G] And the greedy [D] hands of Whitehall, [A] Are reaching for [D] its wall,
So rock on, Rockall, you [Bm] never _ fall.
[D] To Britain's greedy hands, [G] She'll meet the [D] same resistance,
[E] As she [Bm] did with [A] Molly's _ hands, Maybe [D] the sea will dry and [Bm] block your _ eyes,
[D] And the waters crush your shell, [G] And the natural [D] gas will burn your ass,
[A] And blow you all [D] to hell.
_ _ Well, the seas will not be silent, While Britannia rules the waves,
[G] But remember that [D] the Irish, [E] Will no longer be [A] your slaves.
[D] I remember this [Bm] Britannia well, _
[D] Sure you'll rule the waves no more,
[G] So keep your hands [D] up, Rockall, [A] It's Irish [D] to the core,
So rock on, Rockall, you never [Bm] _ fall.
[D] To Britain's greedy hands, [G] She'll meet [D] the same resistance,
[E] As she did with [A] Molly's _ hands, [D] Maybe the sea will dry and block [Bm] your eyes,
[D] And the waters crush your shell, [G] And the natural gas [D] will burn your [A] ass,
And blow you [D] all to hell.
So rock on, Rockall, you never [Bm] _ fall.
[D] To Britain's greedy hands, [G] She'll meet the [D] same resistance,
[E] As she did with [A] Molly's _ hands, [D] Maybe the sea will dry and block [Bm] your eyes, _
[D] And the waters crush your shell, [G] And the natural gas [D] will burn your ass,
[A] And blow you [D] all to hell.
So rock on, Rockall, you [Bm] never fall.
_ [D] Rock on, Rockall, you [Bm] never fall.
_ _ [D]
Rock on, Rockall, you never fall.
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _