Chords for Andy Irvine -- Michael Dyer's Escape(HD Audio)

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[C] _ _ _ [C] Michael Twyer [Bb] is my name, [F] I'll not deny the same,
[C] In the mountains [Am] of West Wicklow [C] I was [F] born.
[C] I was in a [F] fight of late with the men of [Bb] ninety-eight,
[F] When we took an escort [C] thee by storm.
When the rising [F] was put [Bb] down, we very quickly found,
That in our own homes we could no longer dwell.
_ Ah, but many's a [C] lonely cave, some form of comfort gave,
[Bb] And the people of these mountains [C] know us well.
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[Bb] _ _ [C] _ _ _ [F] Well, the snow was [Bb] falling fast, [F] and the night was far advanced,
[C] When the three [Am] safe houses [Bb] came in view.
[F] _ [C] The weather [Bb] was severe, [F] but a guard was [Bb] posted near,
[F] Though the dangers on a night like [C] this seemed few.
But some sneaking [F] little spy [Dm] to his master [Bb] he did fly,
And may I live to even [Bb] up the score.
For it's when [C] we awoke, to be sure, it was no joke,
To [Bb] find a hundred piling soldiers [F] at the [C] door.
Come out, you rebel band, [F] cried the captain in command,
[C] You do not have a prayer, [Bb] not a ho.
[C] _ _ Surrender [Bb] to me now, [F] and your lives [Bb] I vow,
[F] We'll be spared the bullet [C] and the row.
Says Twyer [F] to his men, [Bb] boys, here we are again,
Though I'm afraid this time it cannot be denied.
It would take more [C] than God's grace to defend this place
[Bb] From a regiment of soldiers [C] _ outside.
[F] The house was [C] set on fire with MacAllister and Twyer,
Expecting [F] to perish in the _ flames.
But the powder [Bb] and the smoke [Dm] they were nearly [F] overcome,
[Dm] Crying, a curse [C] upon your bloody Highland _ games.
From behind a [F] stable [Dm] wall, a well-aimed [Bb] musket ball
Caused MacAllister pain he [Bb] could not _ hide.
As his gun was [C] blown away, he looked down with dismay
[Bb] At his arm hanging useless [C] by his side.
[Dm] He says, Twyer, [C] I'm done, [F] hand me [C] up your gun,
[Dm] Let's see [Bb] what a spring [F] you can [C] make.
As he [Bb] opened the door, he gave one [F] loud roar,
[Dm] I die [Bb] for my _ [C] country's sake.
The volley [F] rang out [Bb] and Twyer sprang forth,
Poor Sam received [C] the fire.
_ [F] Oh, generous [C] and brave MacAllister gave [Bb] up his life
For [C] Michael Twyer.
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Well, before they [Bb] could reload, [F] he was halfway down the road
[C] With a kilted Scotsman snapping at his [F] heels.
[C] The troopers [Bb] held their fire [F] till they saw what might transpire
And they watched as Twyer tripped him [C] in the field.
Running like a [F] mountain goat, [Dm] no trousers, [Bb] no coat,
His bare feet were bleeding [Bb] to be sure.
As he crossed [C] the black banks, he offered hearty thanks
[Bb] And got safely to a cave [C] in Glenmallor.
[F] We lost three [Bb] men that day, [F] our captain got away
[C] And the others [Am] surrendered [Bb] on the [C] spot.
Three of [Bb] them, alas, were hanged in [F] bolting [Bb] glass
The others [F] went before the firing _ [C] squad.
Twyer fought the law [Dm] five years, [Bb] maybe more
Till at last to Dublin he did go. _
And from there [C] he set sail, bound for New South [Bb] Wales
Far from the [C] county Wicklaw. _
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