Ireland Unfree Chords by The Wolfe Tones
Tempo:
164.05 bpm
Chords used:
G
A
D
Bm
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D] In a dimly lit room, by the [A] smouldering fire, [G] sat an old [D] man so lonely, so sad and [A] so tired.
Once [D] he struggled for freedom, now he struggles [A] to live, [G] with his few [D] small possessions and his past to [A] relive.
[G] There's a faded old picture [D] on the wall [B] all alone, [G] a dusty [A] old picture, [G] the pride [A] of his home.
[G] With a hearth and a shamrock, with [Bm] these words underneath, [G]
Ireland [A] unfree [G] shall never be [A] at peace.
[D] And his thoughts wander back to the [A] days of his prime, oh [G] it seems [D] now there's nothing goes [A] faster than time.
[D] To his comrades of old, and he remembers [A] the day, [G] when he marched [D] behind Pierce and the bold [A] IRA.
[G] There's a faded old picture [D] on the wall all [Bm] alone, [G] a dusty [A] old picture, [G] the pride [A] of his home.
[G] With a hearth and a shamrock, [D] with these words [Bm] underneath, [G]
Ireland [F#m] unfree [A]
[G] shall never be [F#m] at
[A] peace.
[D] And it's through Easter week, and his [A] thoughts wander back, [G] oh those leaders [D] of men sure no courage [A] did lack.
[D] But now he's just left with his memories [A] of old, [G] for his name nor [D] his story will ever be [A]
told.
[G] There's a faded old picture [D] on the wall all [Bm] alone, [G] a dusty [A] old picture, [G] the pride [A] of his home.
[G] With a hearth and a shamrock, [D] with these words [Bm] underneath, [G]
Ireland [A] unfree [G] shall never be [D] at [A] peace.
He [D] gazed at that picture, and he [Bm] gave a [F#m] sad smile, [G] for each wrinkle [D] and line told the [Bm] struggle [A] of time.
[D] Then he gazed once again, and his [F#m] eyes [Bm] filled [A] with tears, [G] for the man in [D] that picture was his friend [A] Padraig Pierce.
[G] There's a faded old picture [D] on the wall [Bm] all alone, [G] a dusty [A] old picture, [G] the pride of [A] his home.
[G] With a hearth and a shamrock, [D] with these words [Bm] underneath, [G]
Ireland [A] unfree [G] shall never [F#m] be at [A] peace.
[D] [N]
Once [D] he struggled for freedom, now he struggles [A] to live, [G] with his few [D] small possessions and his past to [A] relive.
[G] There's a faded old picture [D] on the wall [B] all alone, [G] a dusty [A] old picture, [G] the pride [A] of his home.
[G] With a hearth and a shamrock, with [Bm] these words underneath, [G]
Ireland [A] unfree [G] shall never be [A] at peace.
[D] And his thoughts wander back to the [A] days of his prime, oh [G] it seems [D] now there's nothing goes [A] faster than time.
[D] To his comrades of old, and he remembers [A] the day, [G] when he marched [D] behind Pierce and the bold [A] IRA.
[G] There's a faded old picture [D] on the wall all [Bm] alone, [G] a dusty [A] old picture, [G] the pride [A] of his home.
[G] With a hearth and a shamrock, [D] with these words [Bm] underneath, [G]
Ireland [F#m] unfree [A]
[G] shall never be [F#m] at
[A] peace.
[D] And it's through Easter week, and his [A] thoughts wander back, [G] oh those leaders [D] of men sure no courage [A] did lack.
[D] But now he's just left with his memories [A] of old, [G] for his name nor [D] his story will ever be [A]
told.
[G] There's a faded old picture [D] on the wall all [Bm] alone, [G] a dusty [A] old picture, [G] the pride [A] of his home.
[G] With a hearth and a shamrock, [D] with these words [Bm] underneath, [G]
Ireland [A] unfree [G] shall never be [D] at [A] peace.
He [D] gazed at that picture, and he [Bm] gave a [F#m] sad smile, [G] for each wrinkle [D] and line told the [Bm] struggle [A] of time.
[D] Then he gazed once again, and his [F#m] eyes [Bm] filled [A] with tears, [G] for the man in [D] that picture was his friend [A] Padraig Pierce.
[G] There's a faded old picture [D] on the wall [Bm] all alone, [G] a dusty [A] old picture, [G] the pride of [A] his home.
[G] With a hearth and a shamrock, [D] with these words [Bm] underneath, [G]
Ireland [A] unfree [G] shall never [F#m] be at [A] peace.
[D] [N]
Key:
G
A
D
Bm
F#m
G
A
D
[D] In a dimly lit _ room, by the _ [A] smouldering _ fire, [G] sat an old [D] man so lonely, _ so sad and [A] so tired.
_ _ Once [D] he struggled for freedom, _ now he struggles [A] to _ live, [G] with his few [D] small possessions _ and his past to _ [A] relive. _
_ _ [G] There's a faded old picture [D] on the wall [B] all alone, _ [G] a dusty [A] old picture, _ [G] the pride [A] of his _ home.
[G] With a hearth and a shamrock, with [Bm] these words underneath, _ _ [G] _
Ireland [A] _ unfree _ _ _ [G] shall never be [A] at _ peace. _ _ _
_ _ [D] And his thoughts wander back to the [A] days of his prime, oh [G] it seems [D] now there's nothing goes [A] faster than _ time. _ _
[D] To his comrades of old, and he remembers [A] the day, [G] when he marched [D] behind Pierce and the bold [A] IRA. _
_ _ _ [G] There's a faded old picture [D] on the wall all [Bm] _ alone, [G] a dusty [A] old picture, [G] the pride [A] of his home.
[G] With a hearth and a shamrock, [D] with these words [Bm] underneath, _ _ [G] _
Ireland [F#m] _ unfree [A] _ _
[G] shall never be [F#m] at _
_ [A] peace. _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] And it's through Easter week, and his [A] thoughts wander back, [G] oh those leaders [D] of men sure no courage [A] did lack. _ _ _
[D] But now he's just left with his memories [A] of old, [G] for his name nor [D] his story will ever be [A] _
told.
_ _ [G] There's a faded old picture [D] on the wall all [Bm] _ alone, [G] a dusty [A] old picture, [G] the pride [A] of his home.
[G] With a hearth and a shamrock, [D] with these words [Bm] underneath, _ _ [G] _
Ireland [A] _ unfree _ _ [G] shall never be [D] at _ [A] peace. _ _ _ _
_ _ He [D] gazed at that picture, and he [Bm] gave a [F#m] sad smile, [G] for each wrinkle [D] and line told the [Bm] struggle [A] of time. _ _ _
[D] Then he gazed once again, and his [F#m] eyes [Bm] filled [A] with tears, [G] for the man in [D] that picture was his friend [A] Padraig Pierce.
_ _ [G] There's a faded old picture [D] on the wall [Bm] all alone, [G] a dusty [A] old picture, [G] the pride of [A] his home.
[G] With a hearth and a shamrock, [D] with these words [Bm] underneath, _ _ [G] _
Ireland [A] _ unfree _ _ [G] shall never [F#m] be at _ [A] peace.
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ Once [D] he struggled for freedom, _ now he struggles [A] to _ live, [G] with his few [D] small possessions _ and his past to _ [A] relive. _
_ _ [G] There's a faded old picture [D] on the wall [B] all alone, _ [G] a dusty [A] old picture, _ [G] the pride [A] of his _ home.
[G] With a hearth and a shamrock, with [Bm] these words underneath, _ _ [G] _
Ireland [A] _ unfree _ _ _ [G] shall never be [A] at _ peace. _ _ _
_ _ [D] And his thoughts wander back to the [A] days of his prime, oh [G] it seems [D] now there's nothing goes [A] faster than _ time. _ _
[D] To his comrades of old, and he remembers [A] the day, [G] when he marched [D] behind Pierce and the bold [A] IRA. _
_ _ _ [G] There's a faded old picture [D] on the wall all [Bm] _ alone, [G] a dusty [A] old picture, [G] the pride [A] of his home.
[G] With a hearth and a shamrock, [D] with these words [Bm] underneath, _ _ [G] _
Ireland [F#m] _ unfree [A] _ _
[G] shall never be [F#m] at _
_ [A] peace. _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] And it's through Easter week, and his [A] thoughts wander back, [G] oh those leaders [D] of men sure no courage [A] did lack. _ _ _
[D] But now he's just left with his memories [A] of old, [G] for his name nor [D] his story will ever be [A] _
told.
_ _ [G] There's a faded old picture [D] on the wall all [Bm] _ alone, [G] a dusty [A] old picture, [G] the pride [A] of his home.
[G] With a hearth and a shamrock, [D] with these words [Bm] underneath, _ _ [G] _
Ireland [A] _ unfree _ _ [G] shall never be [D] at _ [A] peace. _ _ _ _
_ _ He [D] gazed at that picture, and he [Bm] gave a [F#m] sad smile, [G] for each wrinkle [D] and line told the [Bm] struggle [A] of time. _ _ _
[D] Then he gazed once again, and his [F#m] eyes [Bm] filled [A] with tears, [G] for the man in [D] that picture was his friend [A] Padraig Pierce.
_ _ [G] There's a faded old picture [D] on the wall [Bm] all alone, [G] a dusty [A] old picture, [G] the pride of [A] his home.
[G] With a hearth and a shamrock, [D] with these words [Bm] underneath, _ _ [G] _
Ireland [A] _ unfree _ _ [G] shall never [F#m] be at _ [A] peace.
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _
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