Brian McMahon – The Valley Of Knockanure chords

[Verse 1]

Am               G           F      Dm           G      Em        AmYou may sing and speak about Easter Week and the heroes of Ninety Eight.
   Am     C                  Em      Dm            EsusOf Fenian Men who roamed the glen in victory or de feat.
      Am       C               Em          Dm              EsusTheir names on history's pages told, their memories will endure,
      Am       G           F       Dm           Em        Dm   G   AmNot a song was sung of our darling sons, in the Valley of Knockanure.

[Verse 2]

Am                  G             F      Dm             G         Em       AmThere was Lyons and Walsh and the Dalton boy, They were young and in their prime.
Am           C            Em            Dm                 EsusThey rambled to a lonely spot where the Black and Tans did hide.
      Am       C              Em        Dm              EsusThe Republic bold they did uphold, Tho' outlawed on the moor
      Am       G      F          Dm          Em        Dm   G   AmAnd side by side they fought and died In the Valley of Knockanure.

[Verse 3]

Am           G           F        Dm      G      Em       AmIt was on a neighbouring hillside We listened in hushed dismay.
   Am    C                Em     Dm                 EsusIn every house, in every town, a young girl knelt to pray.
        Am      C              Em        Dm            EsusThey're closing in around them now, with rifle fire so sure,
    Am       G        F              Dm          Em        Dm   G   AmAnd Lyons is dead and young Dalton's down in the Valley of Knockanure.

[Verse 4]

Am          G          F        Dm          G         Em      AmBut ere the guns could seal his fate, young Walsh had spoken thro'
       Am        C                  Em        Dm                EsusWith a prayer to God he spurned the sod, As against the hill he flew
    Am      C                 Em          Dm                 EsusThe bullets tore his flesh in two, Yet he cried with voice so sure,
    Am        G          F          Dm           Em        Dm   G   Am"Revenge I'll get for my comrade's death, in the Valley of Knockanure.

[Verse 5]

    Am      G     F       Dm     G       Em        AmThe summer sun is sinking low behind the field and lea.
     Am       C               Em         Dm            EsusThe pale moonlight is shining bright far off beyond Tralee.
    Am     C                      Em     Dm                EsusThe dismal stars and the clouds afar are darkening o'er the moor,
        Am       G               F      Dm           Em        Dm   G   AmAnd the banshee cried when young Dalton died, In the Valley of Knockanure.