Chords for Flying Column - Boulavogue

Seamus Heaney is one of the finest of our modern Irish poets.
This poem is taken from his second book of poetry, Door Into The Dark.
It's called Requiem for the [G] Croppies. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] The pockets of our great coats full of [G] barley.
No [Em] kitchens on the run, no striking camp.
[A] _ [Am] We moved [Am] quick and sudden in our own [F#] country.
[G] The priest lay behind ditches with the trump.
A people [C] hardly marching on a hike. _ _
[G] We found new [Em] tactics happening each day.
_ [A]
We cut [F#] through rains and rider with [Am] a pike.
[G] And stampede cattle into infantry.
Then retreat through hedges where cavalry must be thrown.
_ [E]
[C] Until at Vinegar Hill the fatal conclave.
[G] _ Terraced [Em] thousands died, shaking sighs [Am] at cannon.
_ _ [A] [D] The [F#] hillside [D] blushed, [G] soaked in our broken way. _ _
[C] They buried us without shroud or coffin.
_ _ [Em]
[G] And in August the [Em] barley grew up out [A] of the grave.
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _
And all of _ old [C] as the sun _ was setting. _
[G] On the bright _ [Am] [Em] midnight _ gold [A] of [Am] Shire.
_ _ _ [D] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ Set [C] the haze _ _ and _ _
[G] brought _ [Em] the people _ from [D] _ _ [G] far. _ _ _
Then back _ _ _ [Em] _
[C] from old _ _ _ Carmel _
[G] spurred _ [Bm] down [Em] the road.
[A] With a [Am] walk [A] [Am] I _ _ [G] made. _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] For I am _ _ Legion, _ _
_ [G] for I am [F#m] _ [Em] _ freedom.
_ [D] We fight _ [G] or _ die.
_ _ Now you let _ us out _ [C] against the coming soldier.
_ _ [G] And the _ _
[Bm] [Em] cavalry omen.
[A] We [Am] fought, _ _ _ _ [F#] was [G] at the bar.
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] Showed up all [Em] these regiments.
_ [D] Hun and _ [G] convoy.
_ _ _ _ _ Locals, [Em] _
_ [G] [C] King George of England. _
[Em] [G] Searched _ [Em] every county.
[A] Their [Am] _ pleas and [D] sin. _
[G] Our family, _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
[C] _ our country. _ _ _
[G] Sweet _ home, [E] our [Em] land. _
Like [D] a _ [G] mighty _ _ _ _ wave.
At _ _ Vinegar Hill.
_ All [C] the peasants _ _ rang.
[Em] _ [G] Our _ [E] heroes [Em] _ vainly [A] stood [Am] by the pine.
[D] _ [G] And those at _ Pallow [C] stood by Marty.
_ _ [G] And upon [Em] this body, _ _ [D] upon _
_ [G] the rye.
_ God grant you [Em] glory.
_ [A] [C] Pray for _ _ _ _ [G] me.
And _ [Em] all heaven _ [A] to [Am] all [A] your men.
_ For [G] the cause _ that of you.
[C] May _ call tomorrow. _ _
[G] In the night.
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _