Chords for Connaught Rangers - The Wolfe Tones
Tempo:
90.025 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
C
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] [D]
[G]
To the tiny homesteads of the West, their recruited sergeant came, he promised all a [D] future bright.
So the brave young men and dolls to fight for the empire [G] and her laws.
And many's a victory they had won.
Many hardships they had seen, they fought and died, side by [D] side.
Their enemies they had defied and for a [G] foreign king.
Drums they were a beating's high, while the pipes they'd loudly play, when Daly died.
Their drums they'd beat, [D] that morning in Dashite, now they'd beat the [G] drums no more.
While serving in the far off lands, the news had come from home of a people's fate.
It did relate, [D] of the tans and their campaign of hate, and the fighting [G] on their side.
Arise, arise young Daly Cribe, come join along with me, we'll strike a blow [D] for liberty.
Our regiments will [D] mutiny and [G] support our friends at home.
And the drums they were a beating's high, while the pipes they'd loudly play, [G] when Daly died.
Their drums they'd beat, [D] that morning in Dashite, now they'd [G] beat the drums no more.
And the colonel stood before his troops, those men who mutinied, he told them all, those honours won.
[D] But the men stood in the blazing sun, saying we'll fight, we'll war no more.
[G]
For our calumny brother we had been, for the French at Waterloo, [C] [G] at Suvla side, and so the war.
[D] We fought your every bloody war, and we'll fight you [G] all no more.
And the drums they were a beating's high, while the pipes they'd loudly play, when Daly died.
Their drums they'd [D] beat, that morning [Em] in Dashite, now they'd beat the [G] drums no more.
Those men got a pain of servitude, and Daly's condemned to die, far from his home in Tyrell's Pass.
[D] This young man's died in Ireland's cause, far [G] from his native land.
And the drums they were a beating's high, while the pipes they'd [G] loudly play, when Daly died.
Their drums they'd beat, [D] that morning in Dashite, now they'd [G] beat the drums no more.
[N]
[G]
To the tiny homesteads of the West, their recruited sergeant came, he promised all a [D] future bright.
So the brave young men and dolls to fight for the empire [G] and her laws.
And many's a victory they had won.
Many hardships they had seen, they fought and died, side by [D] side.
Their enemies they had defied and for a [G] foreign king.
Drums they were a beating's high, while the pipes they'd loudly play, when Daly died.
Their drums they'd beat, [D] that morning in Dashite, now they'd beat the [G] drums no more.
While serving in the far off lands, the news had come from home of a people's fate.
It did relate, [D] of the tans and their campaign of hate, and the fighting [G] on their side.
Arise, arise young Daly Cribe, come join along with me, we'll strike a blow [D] for liberty.
Our regiments will [D] mutiny and [G] support our friends at home.
And the drums they were a beating's high, while the pipes they'd loudly play, [G] when Daly died.
Their drums they'd beat, [D] that morning in Dashite, now they'd [G] beat the drums no more.
And the colonel stood before his troops, those men who mutinied, he told them all, those honours won.
[D] But the men stood in the blazing sun, saying we'll fight, we'll war no more.
[G]
For our calumny brother we had been, for the French at Waterloo, [C] [G] at Suvla side, and so the war.
[D] We fought your every bloody war, and we'll fight you [G] all no more.
And the drums they were a beating's high, while the pipes they'd loudly play, when Daly died.
Their drums they'd [D] beat, that morning [Em] in Dashite, now they'd beat the [G] drums no more.
Those men got a pain of servitude, and Daly's condemned to die, far from his home in Tyrell's Pass.
[D] This young man's died in Ireland's cause, far [G] from his native land.
And the drums they were a beating's high, while the pipes they'd [G] loudly play, when Daly died.
Their drums they'd beat, [D] that morning in Dashite, now they'd [G] beat the drums no more.
[N]
Key:
G
D
C
Em
G
D
C
Em
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ To the tiny homesteads of the West, their recruited sergeant came, he promised all a [D] future bright.
So the brave young men and dolls to fight for the empire [G] and her laws.
And many's a victory they had won.
Many hardships they had seen, they fought and died, side by [D] side.
Their enemies they had defied and for a [G] foreign king.
_ _ Drums they were a beating's high, while the pipes they'd loudly play, when Daly died.
Their drums they'd beat, [D] that morning in Dashite, now they'd beat the [G] drums no more.
While serving in the far off lands, the news had come from home of a people's fate.
It did relate, [D] of the tans and their campaign of hate, and the fighting [G] on their side.
_ _ _ Arise, arise young Daly _ Cribe, come join along with me, we'll strike a blow [D] for liberty.
_ Our regiments will [D] mutiny and [G] support our friends at home. _
And the drums they were a beating's high, while the pipes they'd loudly play, [G] when Daly died.
Their drums they'd beat, [D] that morning in Dashite, now they'd [G] beat the drums no more.
_ And the colonel stood before his troops, those men who mutinied, he told them all, those honours won.
[D] But the men stood in the blazing sun, saying we'll fight, we'll war no more.
[G]
For our calumny brother we had been, for the French at Waterloo, [C] [G] at Suvla side, and so the war.
[D] We fought your every bloody war, and we'll fight you [G] all no more.
_ _ _ And the drums they were a beating's high, while the pipes they'd loudly play, when Daly died.
Their drums they'd [D] beat, that morning [Em] in Dashite, now they'd beat the [G] drums no more.
Those men got a pain of servitude, _ and Daly's condemned to die, far from his home in Tyrell's Pass.
[D] This young man's died in Ireland's cause, far [G] from his native land. _
And the drums they were a beating's high, while the pipes they'd [G] loudly play, when Daly died.
Their drums they'd beat, [D] that morning in Dashite, now they'd [G] beat the drums no more.
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ To the tiny homesteads of the West, their recruited sergeant came, he promised all a [D] future bright.
So the brave young men and dolls to fight for the empire [G] and her laws.
And many's a victory they had won.
Many hardships they had seen, they fought and died, side by [D] side.
Their enemies they had defied and for a [G] foreign king.
_ _ Drums they were a beating's high, while the pipes they'd loudly play, when Daly died.
Their drums they'd beat, [D] that morning in Dashite, now they'd beat the [G] drums no more.
While serving in the far off lands, the news had come from home of a people's fate.
It did relate, [D] of the tans and their campaign of hate, and the fighting [G] on their side.
_ _ _ Arise, arise young Daly _ Cribe, come join along with me, we'll strike a blow [D] for liberty.
_ Our regiments will [D] mutiny and [G] support our friends at home. _
And the drums they were a beating's high, while the pipes they'd loudly play, [G] when Daly died.
Their drums they'd beat, [D] that morning in Dashite, now they'd [G] beat the drums no more.
_ And the colonel stood before his troops, those men who mutinied, he told them all, those honours won.
[D] But the men stood in the blazing sun, saying we'll fight, we'll war no more.
[G]
For our calumny brother we had been, for the French at Waterloo, [C] [G] at Suvla side, and so the war.
[D] We fought your every bloody war, and we'll fight you [G] all no more.
_ _ _ And the drums they were a beating's high, while the pipes they'd loudly play, when Daly died.
Their drums they'd [D] beat, that morning [Em] in Dashite, now they'd beat the [G] drums no more.
Those men got a pain of servitude, _ and Daly's condemned to die, far from his home in Tyrell's Pass.
[D] This young man's died in Ireland's cause, far [G] from his native land. _
And the drums they were a beating's high, while the pipes they'd [G] loudly play, when Daly died.
Their drums they'd beat, [D] that morning in Dashite, now they'd [G] beat the drums no more.
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _
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