Kelly The Boy From Killane Chords by Luke Kelly
Tempo:
108.7 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
A
C#m
G#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] [B] [E]
Watch the news, [A] watch the news, only [E] bold [A] shall [E] revere With your long [B] barreled gun of [E] the sea.
Say what winds from [A] the south [E] blows your messenger here With this hymn [B] of the dawn [E] for the free.
[A] Godly news, godly news, [E] do I bring you support, [A] Godly news shall you hear [B] by demand.
[E] For the boys marcheth down from the south to the north, Let my cadet, [B] the boy [E] from Taman.
Tell me who [A] is the joint with the [E] gold-turning hair, He who [B] strides at the head of [E] your clan.
Seven feet is his height, with some inches to spare, He looks [B] like a [E] king in Taman.
[A] I mean, boys, that's the [E] height of the bold chivalry, [A] But the greatest of heroes [B] are mad.
So [E] pick your beavers up and get clear again, Here's for D [B]'Anthony, the boy [E] from Taman.
And escort these inflames and old westward as well, Tomorrow, [B] [E] tomorrow we cross.
On a hill or a town we have ran, with a gun that will batter [B] the gateway [E] to Ross.
[A] All of the north, and then [E] margin and one march or two, [A] With the empire we will [B] lead in the front.
[E] But for most of all in that front, [A]
[E] we'll beat the [G#m] lead, the boy from [E] Taman.
But the gold son of [A] freedom [E] grew dark in [C#m] the cross, And [E] it set by [B] the slain he's [E] red way.
And poor Wexford, stripped [A] naked, hung [E] high on [C#m] a cross, With [E] her heart pierced [B] by traitors [E] and an aid.
[A] Glory, glory, glory [E] to the brave men who died, [A] In the cause of the downtown [F#m] [B] man.
[E] Glory, glory, glory to the brave men who died, [B] In the cause of the [E] downtown man.
[N]
Watch the news, [A] watch the news, only [E] bold [A] shall [E] revere With your long [B] barreled gun of [E] the sea.
Say what winds from [A] the south [E] blows your messenger here With this hymn [B] of the dawn [E] for the free.
[A] Godly news, godly news, [E] do I bring you support, [A] Godly news shall you hear [B] by demand.
[E] For the boys marcheth down from the south to the north, Let my cadet, [B] the boy [E] from Taman.
Tell me who [A] is the joint with the [E] gold-turning hair, He who [B] strides at the head of [E] your clan.
Seven feet is his height, with some inches to spare, He looks [B] like a [E] king in Taman.
[A] I mean, boys, that's the [E] height of the bold chivalry, [A] But the greatest of heroes [B] are mad.
So [E] pick your beavers up and get clear again, Here's for D [B]'Anthony, the boy [E] from Taman.
And escort these inflames and old westward as well, Tomorrow, [B] [E] tomorrow we cross.
On a hill or a town we have ran, with a gun that will batter [B] the gateway [E] to Ross.
[A] All of the north, and then [E] margin and one march or two, [A] With the empire we will [B] lead in the front.
[E] But for most of all in that front, [A]
[E] we'll beat the [G#m] lead, the boy from [E] Taman.
But the gold son of [A] freedom [E] grew dark in [C#m] the cross, And [E] it set by [B] the slain he's [E] red way.
And poor Wexford, stripped [A] naked, hung [E] high on [C#m] a cross, With [E] her heart pierced [B] by traitors [E] and an aid.
[A] Glory, glory, glory [E] to the brave men who died, [A] In the cause of the downtown [F#m] [B] man.
[E] Glory, glory, glory to the brave men who died, [B] In the cause of the [E] downtown man.
[N]
Key:
E
B
A
C#m
G#m
E
B
A
[E] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ [E] _ _
_ Watch the news, [A] watch the news, only [E] bold [A] shall [E] revere With your long [B] barreled gun of [E] the sea.
Say what winds from [A] the south [E] blows your messenger here With this hymn [B] of the dawn [E] for the free.
_ [A] Godly news, godly news, [E] do I bring you support, [A] Godly news shall you hear [B] by demand.
[E] For the boys marcheth down from the south to the north, Let my cadet, [B] the boy [E] from Taman.
_ Tell me who [A] is the joint with the [E] gold-turning hair, He who [B] strides at the head of [E] your clan.
Seven feet is his height, with some inches to spare, He looks [B] like a [E] king in Taman.
_ [A] I mean, boys, that's the [E] height of the bold chivalry, [A] But the greatest of heroes [B] are mad.
So [E] pick your beavers up and get clear again, Here's for D [B]'Anthony, the boy [E] from Taman.
And escort these inflames and old westward as well, Tomorrow, _ [B] [E] tomorrow we cross.
_ On a hill or a town we have ran, with a gun that will batter [B] the gateway [E] to Ross.
[A] All of the north, and then [E] margin and one march or two, [A] With the empire we will [B] lead in the front.
[E] But for most of all in that front, [A] _
[E] we'll beat the [G#m] lead, the boy from [E] Taman.
But the gold son of [A] freedom [E] grew dark in [C#m] the cross, And [E] it set by [B] the slain _ he's [E] red way. _
_ And poor Wexford, stripped [A] naked, hung [E] high on [C#m] a cross, With [E] her heart pierced [B] by traitors [E] and an aid.
_ _ _ [A] Glory, glory, glory [E] to the brave men who died, [A] In the cause of the downtown [F#m] _ [B] man.
[E] Glory, glory, glory to _ _ the brave men who died, _ _ [B] In the cause of the [E] downtown _ man.
_ _ _ [N] _
_ Watch the news, [A] watch the news, only [E] bold [A] shall [E] revere With your long [B] barreled gun of [E] the sea.
Say what winds from [A] the south [E] blows your messenger here With this hymn [B] of the dawn [E] for the free.
_ [A] Godly news, godly news, [E] do I bring you support, [A] Godly news shall you hear [B] by demand.
[E] For the boys marcheth down from the south to the north, Let my cadet, [B] the boy [E] from Taman.
_ Tell me who [A] is the joint with the [E] gold-turning hair, He who [B] strides at the head of [E] your clan.
Seven feet is his height, with some inches to spare, He looks [B] like a [E] king in Taman.
_ [A] I mean, boys, that's the [E] height of the bold chivalry, [A] But the greatest of heroes [B] are mad.
So [E] pick your beavers up and get clear again, Here's for D [B]'Anthony, the boy [E] from Taman.
And escort these inflames and old westward as well, Tomorrow, _ [B] [E] tomorrow we cross.
_ On a hill or a town we have ran, with a gun that will batter [B] the gateway [E] to Ross.
[A] All of the north, and then [E] margin and one march or two, [A] With the empire we will [B] lead in the front.
[E] But for most of all in that front, [A] _
[E] we'll beat the [G#m] lead, the boy from [E] Taman.
But the gold son of [A] freedom [E] grew dark in [C#m] the cross, And [E] it set by [B] the slain _ he's [E] red way. _
_ And poor Wexford, stripped [A] naked, hung [E] high on [C#m] a cross, With [E] her heart pierced [B] by traitors [E] and an aid.
_ _ _ [A] Glory, glory, glory [E] to the brave men who died, [A] In the cause of the downtown [F#m] _ [B] man.
[E] Glory, glory, glory to _ _ the brave men who died, _ _ [B] In the cause of the [E] downtown _ man.
_ _ _ [N] _
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