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The Men That God Made Mad

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The Men That God Made Mad song lyrics and guitar chords. Written by Ron Kavanagh, Arr. N. Parsons and G. Dunne)For the original version by Niamh Parsons and Graham Dunne use a capo on the 3rd fret.

Far [Em]far from Clifden's [D]rocky shore
O'er the [Am]broad Atlantic [Em]sea
The Ba[G]ttalion of St. [Am]Patrick
Tired of [B7]harsh brutali[Em]ty
No [G]more abuse or [D]bigotry,
Their [Am]angry cry whole[Em]hearted
Near [G]Matamoras [Am]lives were lost
That's [B7]when the fighting [Em]started
 
Chorus
Who [G]were those men, what [D]was the crime
For [Am]which their lives were [Em]wasted
Did they [G]rob or rape, or [Am]was their fate
As the [B7]poet once re[Em]lated
Were [G]those great Gaels of Ireland
The [Am]men that God made [D]mad
Their [Em]wars were never [Am]merry
And/But [B7]all their songs were [Em]sad
Land [Em]of the Free meant [D]liberty
To the [Am]U.S. Army's [Em]Irish
Till [G]James K. Polk he [Am]sent them south
To [B7]civilize the [Em]Spanish
In a [G]war to extend [D]slavery
And [Am]unjust exploit[Em]tation
They'd [G]not repeat what [Am]Cromwell did
To [B7]their poor Irish [Em]Nation
 
Chorus
At [Em]L'Angustura, [D]Irish blood
[Am]Drenched the sun-baked [Em]clay
And [G]Mexico still [Am]honours
Those brave [B7]men who died that [Em]day
[G]But the worst was [D]yet to come
In the [Am]hour that war was [Em]ended
When [G]General Scott hung the [Am]Irishmen
To [B7]celebrate with [Em]vengeance
Chorus

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