Chords for The Valley Of Knockanure.

[B] _ _ [E] _ _ [Dbm] _ _
_ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ [Dbm] _
_ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _
He may sing [Ebm] and speak [E] about Easter [Dbm]
week, [Ebm] Of the heroes [Dbm] of ninety [Abm] _ _ -eight,
Of the [B] fiend and men who roamed the [Ebm]
glen, [Dbm] In victory _ or [Eb] defeat. _ _ _
_ [Abm] Their names [B] are placed [Ebm] on _ history's page, [Dbm] Their memory will _ [Eb] endure. _ _
Not [Abm] a song [Gb] is sung for [Dbm] our [E] darling [Dbm]
sons, In [Ebm] the valley [Dbm] of [Gb] Nott [Abm] and _ Orr.
_ Our hero [Ebm]
boys, they [E] were brave [Dbm] and true, [Ebm] No counsel [Dbm] _
would [Abm] they _ take.
_ They rambled [B]
to [Ebm] a lonely spot, Where [Dbm] the black and tans did [Eb] _ _ wait.
The [Ab] _ Republic [B]
called, they did [Ebm]
accord, [Dbm] Though _ outlawed on the [Eb] _ _ moor.
_ [Abm] And side by [Gb]
side they [E] _ bravely [Dbm]
died, In [Ebm] the valley [Dbm] of Nott [Abm] and _ _ Orr.
There was Welsh [Gb] and Lynes and [E] the Dalton [Dbm]
boys, They [Ebm] were young [Dbm] and in [Abm] their prime. _ _
_ In every [B]
house, in every [Ebm]
town, They [Dbm] were _ always side by [Eb] _ _ side.
The [Abm] _ Republic [B]
called, they did [Ebm]
accord, [Dbm] Though _ outlawed on the [Eb] _ _ moor.
_ [Abm] And side by [Gb]
side they [Dbm] _ bravely died, In [Ebm] the valley [Bb] of Nott [Abm] and _ Orr.
_ In Garth [Gb] the _ [E] glamorous, lovely [Dbm]
glen, [Ebm] Three gallant [Dbm]
men took [Abm] _ _ shade.
_ While in [B] Yonge Wheat, full _ soft [Ebm] and sweet, [Dbm] The summer _ _ breezes [Eb] _ play. _
But [Abm] was not [B]
long, till Lynes [Ebm] came on, [Dbm] St.
Tynes not my new [Eb] yule. _ _
But [Abm] alas, was [Gb]
late, and [E] then, _ [Dbm] Their fate in [Ebm] the valley [Dbm] of Nott [Abm] and _ _ _ Orr.
_ _ _ [Gb] _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ [Dbm] _
_ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ [Dbm] _
_ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _
_ They took [Ebm] them hence _ [Dbm] beside a fence, [Ebm] To where [Dbm] the firs did [Abm] bloom. _ _
_ Like brothers [B]
so, they faced [Ebm] the fall, [Dbm] To meet their dreadful [Eb] _ _ doom.
_ _ [Abm] _ When Dalton [B]
spoke, his [Ebm] voice it broke, With [Dbm] a passion _ proud and [Eb] _ pure. _
For [Abm] our land [Ebm] we'd die, as [Dbm] we faced the sky, In [Ebm] the valley [Dbm] of Nott [Abm] and _ _ Orr.
Was on [Gb] a _ [E] neighbouring _ _ [Dbm]
hillside, We [Ebm] listened in [Dbm] _
calm [Abm] _ dismay. _
_ In every [B]
house, in every [Ebm]
town, [Dbm] A maiden knelt to [Eb] pray. _ _
_ [Abm] They're closing [Ebm]
in _ around them now, With [Dbm] _ rifle fire so [Eb] _ _ sure.
_ [Abm] And _ [Gb] Dalton's dead, [Abm] [E] and Lynes is [Dbm]
down, In [Ebm] the valley [Dbm] of Nott [Abm] and _ _ Orr.
But ere [Gb] the guns [E] could seal [Dbm] his fate, _ [Ebm] Condy had [Dbm] _
broken [Abm] _ through. _
With a prayer to [B]
God, he spun the [Ebm]
start, And [Dbm] _ against the hill he [Eb] flew. _ _
_ _ [Abm] The bullets [B]
tore his flesh [Ebm] in two, Yet [Dbm] he cried with passion [Eb] pure. _ _
For [Abm] my _ [Ebm] comrades' death, _ [E] revenge [Dbm] I'll get, In [Ebm] the valley [Dbm] of [Gb] Nott [Abm] and _ _ Orr.
_ There [Ebm] they lay, [E] on the _ [Dbm] hillside lay, For [Ebm] the love [Dbm] of _ [Abm] Ireland's _ cause.
Where the cowardly [B]
clan of the Black and [Ebm]
Tan, [Dbm] Had shown them _ [Eb] England's _ laws.
No [Abm] more [B] they'll feel the _ soft [Ebm] wind's steel, [Dbm] For up lands fair [Eb] and _ sure.
For [Abm] side by [Gb]
side [Dbm] our _ heroes died, In [Ebm] the valley [Dbm] of Nott [Abm] and _ Orr.
_ _ _ _ _ [Gb] _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ [Dbm] _
_ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ [Dbm] _
_ _ [Abm] _ _ _ [N] _