Chords for Who Fears to Speak Of '98

_ _ Who [D] fears to speak of ninety-eight, Who _ [C] blushes at [G] the name,
When [C] cowards mock [D] the patriot's fate, Who hangs his head for _ shame?
[G] He's all a knave [C] or half [D] a slave, Who cites his country _ thus,
But [G] true man like you, man, Will fill your [C] glass with [G] _ us.
We drink the memory of the brave, The faithful and the few, _
Some [C] lie far [G] off beyond [D] the waves, Some sleep in Ireland _ too.
All of _ [A] us still lives on, The [C] fame of those who _ died,
All [G] true _ men like you, man, Remember [C] them [G]
by.
_ [A] Some [D] on the shores of [G] distant lands, Their [E] weary [G] hearts are laid,
_ And [C] by the [D] stranger's heedless hands, Their lonely graves were _ made.
But though their [A] claim be [D] far away, [C] Beyond the Atlantic _ fold,
Then [G] true men like you, man, Their spirits [C]
still [G] at _ _ _ heart,
Trust [D] on some [G] in Irish earth, Among [C] their own [G] they rest,
[C] And the same dear [D] land that gave them birth, Has taught them to have rest.
[G] And we will pray that from [D] their day, [C] A linear race may _ start,
[G] Of true men like you, man, To [C] act as brave at [G] _ heart.
They rose [D] in dark and evil days, To right their native land,
[A] And they [C]
kindled [D] here a [D] living blaze, And the flames shall withstand.
_ [G] As us that might [D] and then grace right, [A] Make [C] them pass away,
[G] But true men like you, man, Are [C] plenty [G] here today.
[A] Then here's to their [G] memory, may it be, For [C] us a guiding [G] _ light,
[C] To cheer our [D] strife for liberty, And teach us to unite.
_ [G] Through good and ill, well [D] and still, [C] Though sad as there's your fate,
[G] And true men like you, man, Like the [C]
lines you _ ate. _ _ _