The Irish Volunteer Chords 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 foes 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.
Then raise the harp of Erin, [G] boys, the flag we all revere.
We'll fight and fall beneath its [D] folds like Irish volunteers.
Then raise the harp of Erin, boys, the flag we all revere.
We'll fight and fall beneath its folds like Irish volunteers. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ When I was driven from my [D] home by an oppressor's hand,
I cut some [G] sticks and greased me brogues
and came hoar to this land.
I found a home and many [D] friends and some that I love [A] dear.
The jabbers I'll stick to them like bricks
and an Irish volunteer.
Then fill your glasses up, me [G] boys,
and drink a hearty cheer to the land of our [D] adoption
and the Irish volunteers.
Then fill your glasses up, me [G] boys,
and drink a hearty cheer to the land of our [D] adoption
and the Irish volunteers. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Now when the [G] traitors in the [D] south commenced a [A] warlike raid,
I quickly then led down my heart to the devil
and went my stay to a recruiting [G] office.
Then I went, [A] that happened to be near,
and joined the good old 69th like an Irish volunteer.
Then fill our ranks and march [G] away, no traitors [D] do we fear.
We'll drive them all to blaze, it says the Irish volunteer.
Then fill our ranks and march [G] away, no traitors [D] do we fear.
We'll drive them all to blaze, it says the Irish volunteer. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ Now when the Prince of [G] Wales came over [D] here and made a hubba-boo,
oh, everybody turned up, you know, in gold and tinsel too.
But then the [G] good old [D] 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, [G] its laws we [D] will revere.
But the devil take nobility, says the Irish volunteer.
We love the land of liberty, [G] its laws we [D] will revere.
But the devil take nobility, says the Irish volunteer. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Now if the [G] traitors in the [D] south should ever cross our roads,
we'll drive them to the devil as St.
Patrick did the toads.
We'll give them [G] all short nooses [D] that come just below the ears.
Make strong and good of Irish hymn, my Irish volunteers.
Then here's to brave Maclellan, [G] home the army [D] now reveres.
He'll lead us on to victory, the Irish volunteers.
Then here's to brave Maclellan, [G] home the army 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 complete with me.
May Arran's harp and the starry flag united ever be.
May traitors [G] quake and rebels [D] shake and tremble in their fears.
When next they meet the Yankee boys and Irish volunteers.
God bless the name of Washington [G] that named this [D] land reveres.
Success to Moher and Nugent and their Irish volunteers.
God bless the name of Washington [G] that named this [D] land reveres.
Success to Moher and Nugent and their Irish volunteers. _ _ _ _ _
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