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Slievenamon Irish Song Lyrics And Guitar Chords. Written by Charles J.Kicham and recorded by Johnny McEvoy, The Wolfe Tones and Al O'Donnell.

Alone[D] all alone by the[D7] wave-washed[G] strand

And a[A7]lone in a crowded[D] hall

The[D] hall it is gay and the[D7] waves they are[G] grand

But but my[A7] heart is not here at[D] all

It[A] lies far a[G]way by[D] night and by[Bm] day

To the[E7] times and the joys that are[A7] gone

But I[D] never will forget the sweet [D7]maiden I[G] met

In the[A7] valley near Slievena[D]mon



Oh it was not the grace of her queenly air

Nor her cheeks of roses glow

Nor her soft black eyes nor her flowing hair

Nor was it her lily white brow

'Twas the soul of truth and of melting ruth

And the smile like a summer's dawn

that stole my heart away one soft summer's day

In the valley near Slievenamon.



In the festive hall by the star watched shore Oh ever my restless spirit cries

My love oh my love will 1 ne'er see you more

And my land will you never uprise

By night and by day 1 ever ever pray

While lonely my life flows on

To see our flag unrolled

And my true love to enfold

In the valley near Slievenamon.

(D) I hear no verses from (A) thrush or (G) black(D)bird
and (G) grass grows (D) dimly (G) on the (A) forest (D) path,
the gorgeous maiden with (A) grief is (G) la(D)den
with e(G)ternal (D) wailing (G) beating (A) hands be(D)reft.
She (A) cries all (G) pi(D)ning (G) that the (D) young men
In (G) Ireland (D) nightly no (A) rest can (D) plan.
The troop of rangers, all-(A)plundering (G) stran(D)gers
on the (G) sunny side slopes of (A) Sliab na (D) mBan.
 
I grieve my saying that that day's slaying
should have gone on, Gaels in their hundreds dead,
because the stranger is making game of us
saying pikes for them hold fear nor dread.
Our major came not in time of day break
we weren't prepared with our pikes as one,
but as wild sheep nearing a shepherd shearing
on the sunny side slopes of Sliab na mBan.
 
The Frenchman's rallying with sharp masts steadying
his top sails, bending at sea a while.
His frequent sea cracks mean out isle he's seeking
and for Gaels who see once more in power and style.
Could I believe that he's not deceiving
my heart wouldn't be weaving like the lark at dawn
to down the stranger and hear the hunt's horn blazing
on the sunny side slopes of Sliab na mBan.
 
New Ross 'tis known wasn't what beat us woefully
and left the horde of us stretched and weak,
we babes unclothed as cinders smouldering
and those who fought (bore at?) lying by ditch and dike.
I have it sworn now that he who lowered us
we'll be before him with pikes each man
and teach the yeoman to fear the foeman
when we pay the score to them at Sliabh na mBan.

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Fires Burning Slievenamon Mountains 1848

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Lyrics Without The Chords
Alone all alone by the wave-washed strand

And alone in a crowded hall

The hall it is gay and the waves they are grand

But but my heart is not here at all

It lies far way by night and by day

To the times and the joys that are gone

But I never will forget the sweet maiden I met

In the valley near Slievenamon



Oh it was not the grace of her queenly air

Nor her cheeks of roses glow

Nor her soft black eyes nor her flowing hair

Nor was it her lily white brow

'Twas the soul of truth and of melting ruth

And the smile like a summer's dawn

that stole my heart away one soft summer's day

In the valley near Slievenamon.



In the festive hall by the star watched shore Oh ever my restless spirit cries

My love oh my love will 1 ne'er see you more

And my land will you never uprise

By night and by day 1 ever ever pray

While lonely my life flows on

To see our flag unrolled

And my true love to enfold

In the valley near Slievenamon.

Slievenamon / Sliabh na mban song lyrics and guitar chords

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