Key: G
C
G
C
G
D
G
Kids wear white garters, and smell like their mothers
C
G
whose husbands and fathers alike
D
C
drink black beer in the same public houses
C
D
G
C
G
smelling of smoke and strong whiskey.
D
G
Mammies and daddies, skipping ropes,
C
G
lectures from priests, living in hope
D
C
that they've not mistaken the brand of their coats,
C
D
G
C
G
paid for by their spiritual teachings.
D
G
A busy year this, the streets running red,
C
G
how many sent to their nuptial bed.
D
C
And how many sent home to a winter of graves,
C
D
G
C
G
and how many wait in for the slaughter.
G
D
Oh, oh, the holy ground,
C
Am
D
céad mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see.
G
D
Oh, oh, the holy ground,
C
Am
D
faraway hills ain't as green as they once used to be.
Em
Am
Em
D
G
It's Easter again, and we cannot forget
C
G
our brothers and sisters and all that was said.
D
C
So practise your pipes, stand proud in the wet,
C
D
G
C
G
for the eyes of the world are upon you.
D
G
God in his mercy has given us men
C
G
to lead us to peace, but they can't bring an end
D
C
to the profits that pay off the lease on the land,
C
D
G
C
G
we still send them over the water.
D
G
Seventeen years, Kelly is a man,
C
G
who stands on the street with a gun in his hand.
D
C
He's protecting the pipers that play in the band,
C
D
G
while the enemy waits with an army.
G
D
Oh, oh, the holy ground,
C
Am
D
céad mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see.
Em
D
Oh, oh, the holy ground,
C
Am
D
faraway hills ain't as green as they once used to be.
Em
Am
Em
D
G
Dia le hÉireann, suckle the empire,
C
G
dia le hÉireann, suffer the loss
D
C
of the green and the blue while the media feeds
C
D
G
C
G
on the blood and the pain and the hatred.
D
G
Father walks home on a colourless night,
C
G
and the organisation has blinded his sight,
D
G
His wife and his kids are sleeping tonight,
C
D
in the arms of sweet Jesus and Mary.
Em
D
Oh, oh, the holy ground,
C
Am
D
céad mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see.
G
D
Oh, oh, the holy ground,
C
Am
D
faraway hills ain't as green as they once used to be.
Em
D
Oh, oh, the holy ground,
C
Am
D
céad mile failte, there's saints and there's scholars to see.
G
D
Oh, oh, the holy ground,
C
Am
D
faraway hills ain't as green as they once used to be.