The Irish Volunteer Chords 11 by David Kincaid

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My name is Tim MacDonald, I'm a native of the isle,
Was born among old Erin's fogs when I was but a child.
My father fought in 98 for liberty so dear,
He fell upon old Vinegar Hill like an Irish volunteer.
[Ab] Then raise the harp of Erin, boys, the flag we all revere,
We'll fight and fall beneath its folds like Irish volunteers.
Then raise the harp of Erin, boys, the flag we all [Eb] revere,
We'll fight and fall beneath its folds like Irish volunteers.
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When I was [Ab] driven from [Eb] my home by an oppressing hand,
I cut my sticks [Ab] and [Eb] greased me brogues and came hoar to this land.
I found a [Ab] home and many [Eb] friends and some that I loved [Bb] dear,
[Eb] Which have a stick to them like bricks in an Irish volunteer.
Then fill your glasses up me boys [Ab] and drink a [Eb] hearty cheer,
To the land [Ab] of our [Eb] adoption and the Irish volunteers.
Then fill your glasses up [Ab] me boys and drink a [Eb] hearty cheer,
To the land of our adoption and the Irish volunteers.
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Now when [Ab] the traitors in [Eb] the south commenced the war [Bb] like raid,
I [Eb] quickly then laid down my heart to the devil,
I went my way to a recruiting [Ab] office, then I [Eb] went, that happened to [Bb] be [Eb] near,
And joined the good old 69th like an Irish volunteer.
Then fill our ranks and march [Ab] away, no traitors [Eb] do we fear,
We'll drive them all to places says the Irish volunteer.
Then fill our ranks and march [Ab] away, no traitors [Eb] do we fear,
We'll drive them all to places says the Irish volunteer. _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Now when the Prince of [Ab] Wales came over [Eb] here and made a hubbub of,
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[Eb] Oh everybody turned out shim-loo and dope and tinsel too,
But then the [Ab] good old [Eb] 69th didn't like these lords or peers,
They wouldn't give a damn for kings, the Irish volunteers.
We love the land of liberty, [Ab] its laws we [Eb] will revere,
But the devil's making nobility says the Irish volunteer.
We love the land of liberty, [Ab] its laws we [Eb] will revere,
But the devil's making nobility says the Irish volunteer. _
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Now if the [Ab] traitors in the [Eb] south should ever cross our roads,
We'll drive them to the devil as St.
Patrick did the toads,
We'll give them [Ab] all short nooses that [Eb] come just below the ears,
Made strong and good of Irish hemp by Irish volunteers.
Then here's to brave Maclellan [Ab] whom the army [Eb] now reveres,
He'll lead us on to victory, the Irish volunteers.
Then here's to brave Maclellan [Ab] whom the army [Eb] now reveres,
He'll lead us on to victory, the Irish volunteers.
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Now fill your glasses up my boys, a toast come drink with me,
May Arran's harp and the starry flag united ever be,
May traitors [Ab] quake and rebels [Eb] shake and tremble in their fears,
When next they meet the Yankee boys and Irish volunteers.
God bless the name of Washington, [Ab] that name this [Eb] land reveres,
Success to Mar and Lugent and their Irish volunteers.
God bless the name of Washington, [Ab] that name this [Eb] land reveres,
Success to Mar and Lugent and their Irish volunteers. _
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