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The Warrior From West Belfast song lyrics and guitar chords, a tribute to Brendan Hughes. Written by Maire McNally Brian Maguire and preformed by The Irish Brigade.
High[D] in the [G]Cooley [D]Moun[A]tains, we'd[D] march drill and train.
At the[G] heart of [A]Ulst[D]er, Brendan's heart would still re[A]main.
At [D]night we'd[G] laugh and [D]joke and [A]sing a [D]rebel song.
But[G] all who[A] knew the[D] path he choose, would be [A]difficult and[D] long.
 
 
And Brendan Hughes still guards The Falls, with rifle in his hands
He stands on top of The Cooley Hills, and guards his native land.
The Republic was his battle cry, a rebel to the last.
The dogs will not give up the cause, said the warrior from West Belfast.
 
 
No prison bars could hold him, Brendan wanted to be free.
He left behind  Ceis Fhada And took his liberty
When the wardens came to check his cell, they stood and looked aghast
For all knew he'd work to do, the warrior from West Belfast.
 
 
And Brendan Hughes still guards The Falls, with rifle in his hands
He stands on top of The Cooley Hills, and guards his native land.
The Republic was his battle cry, a rebel to the last.
The dogs will not give up the cause, said the warrior from West Belfast.
 
 
A prisoner gaunt on hunger strike, sitting in that H-Block cell
His picture flashed around the world, spoke more that words can tell
No speedy bullet or long slow death, could Brendan spare a cast.
For courage was the watch word, said the warrior from West Belfast.
 
 
And Brendan Hughes still guards The Falls, with rifle in his hands
He stands on top of The Cooley Hills, and guards his native land.
The Republic was his battle cry, a rebel to the last.
The doves will not give up the cause, said the warrior from West Belfast.
So we'll sing a song for Brendan Hughes, a comrade stanch and brave.
 
Unbound and unbroken through life and to his grave
His remains brought back to the mountains, by friends who knew him best.
There in the glens the fields and vales, they laid him down to rest.
 
 
And Brendan Hughes still guards The Falls, with rifle in his hands
He stands on top of The Cooley Hills, and guards his native land.
The Republic was his battle cry, a rebel to the last.
The dogs will not give up the cause, said the warrior from West Belfast.
The Irish Brigade Youtube Video

laochra ó Iarthar Bhéal Feirste-Warrior From West Belfast Gaelic Song Lyrics

Ard [D] in [G] Chuaille [D] Moun [A tains], ba againn [D] druilire Márta agus traenach.
Ag an [gcroílár G] an [A] Ulst [D] ER, bheadh croí Brendan's ath fós [A] príomh.
Ag [D] oíche mhaith linn [G] gáire agus [D] joke agus [a] a chanadh [D] rebel song.
Ach [G] gach duine [A] a fhios ag an [D] cosán a roghnaíonn sé, bheadh [A] deacair agus [D] fada.
 
 
Agus gardaí Brendan Hughes fós an Falls, le gunna ina lámh
Seasann sé ar bharr an Chuaille Hills, gardaí agus a chuid talún dúchais.
Bhí an Phoblacht a caoin chathghrúpa, a rebel chun an deireanach.
Ní bheidh an mhadraí a thabhairt suas an chúis, dúirt an laochra ó Iarthar Bhéal Feirste.
 
 
D'fhéadfadh Uimh barraí bpríosún a shealbhú dó, theastaigh Brendan a bheith saor.
D'fhág sé thiar Ceis Fhada Agus ghlac a shaoirse
Nuair a tháinig na maoir chun seiceáil a ceall, bhí siad agus d'fhéach sé aghast
I gcás gach raibh a fhios aige gur mhaith oibre le déanamh, na laochra ó Iarthar Bhéal Feirste.
 
 
Agus gardaí Brendan Hughes fós an Falls, le gunna ina lámh
Seasann sé ar bharr an Chuaille Hills, gardaí agus a chuid talún dúchais.
Bhí an Phoblacht a caoin chathghrúpa, a rebel chun an deireanach.
Ní bheidh an mhadraí a thabhairt suas an chúis, dúirt an laochra ó Iarthar Bhéal Feirste.
 
 
Is brónach príosúnaigh ar stailc ocrais, ina suí di i go cill H-Block
Tá a pictiúr flashed ar fud an domhain, labhair níos mó gur féidir focail a insint
D'fhéadfadh Uimh bullet tapa nó mall bás fada, Brendan spártha a caitheadh.
Chun misneach a bhí an focal faire, a dúirt an laochra ó Iarthar Bhéal Feirste.
 
 
Agus gardaí Brendan Hughes fós an Falls, le gunna ina lámh
Seasann sé ar bharr an Chuaille Hills, gardaí agus a chuid talún dúchais.
Bhí an Phoblacht a caoin chathghrúpa, a rebel chun an deireanach.
Ní bheidh an doves thabhairt suas an chúis, dúirt an laochra ó Iarthar Bhéal Feirste.
Mar sin, beidh orainn chanadh amhrán do Brendan Hughes, ar comrade stanch agus brave.


Unbound agus unbroken trí shaol agus ar a uaigh
Fós a thabhairt ar ais chun na sléibhte, le cairde a raibh aithne is fearr air.
Tá sna Gleannta na réimsí agus vales, siad leagtha síos dó chun sosa.
 
 
Agus gardaí Brendan Hughes fós an Falls, le gunna ina lámh
Seasann sé ar bharr an Chuaille Hills, gardaí agus a chuid talún dúchais.
Bhí an Phoblacht a caoin chathghrúpa, a rebel chun an deireanach.
Ní bheidh an mhadraí a thabhairt suas an chúis, dúirt an laochra ó Iarthar Bhéal Feirste

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