Brave FitzGibbon Lyrics And Chords
I've always wanted to find a song relating to the Irish in Canada who were Loyal to the Crown and the Empire, especially during the war of 1812, which Canadians see as a war for the defense of Canada, whereas Americans of course see it as a war for the defense of American sovereignty. I've always been fascinated by the Canadian view since they had no desire to annex America, only the desire to defend their place in the Empire against what they saw as an invading army, and there were many Irish who saw it the same way, Catholic and Protestant. Although, since I haven't been able to find one I had to write one. Robert Morrow 2018. The Green Fields Of Canada Song is another ballad that's here.
Air: Whiskey in the Jar
Written by Robert Morrow, August 2018
Chorus:
We’ll [D] put them all to flight,
We’ll [G] drive them from Ontario,
We’ll [C] drive them from Ontario,
And [G] back to [D] Michigan [G]!
[G] Oh my name it is John Murphy of the [Em] 103rd,
And [C] to you all I’ll tell a tale that [G] should fore’er be heard,
Secord she came o’er rock and fen to [Em] warn us of the danger,
Where [C] brave FitzGibbon roused us up to [G] give them shot and wager!
Chorus
Fort George had passed out of our hands; the King’s Colours were taken,
And Gen. Boyd amassed a force to render us forsaken,
They rolled along their 6-pound guns, their battery checked and fearless,
And Yankee footmen from New York tramped up and down so careless!
Chorus
But we, oh no, we’d not be tricked, Secord she came a-calling,
Upon the door she knocked and cried “the Yanks on us are falling!”
So up straightway FitzGibbon leapt, and to his gun he’d taken,
“All troops make ready, forward march, brave Irishmen awaken!”
Chorus
And on his horse he cried again, in lilting Irish chorus,
Our bayonets crashed, our redcoats flashed, “God save the King!” rang o’er us,
Each every line we sang and whooped, to victory we’d be taken,
And turn the Yankees one and all, to rout them from their station!
Chorus
Hard fighting then we gave the Yanks, we sent them shot and volley,
Their bold 6-pounders took a fright and fled from us with hurry,
Boerstler he was shot, and up the flag of truce was mast’d,
FitzGibbon won the day, no loyal Irishman was bested!
Chorus x2
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Written by Robert Morrow, August 2018
Chorus:
We’ll [D] put them all to flight,
We’ll [G] drive them from Ontario,
We’ll [C] drive them from Ontario,
And [G] back to [D] Michigan [G]!
[G] Oh my name it is John Murphy of the [Em] 103rd,
And [C] to you all I’ll tell a tale that [G] should fore’er be heard,
Secord she came o’er rock and fen to [Em] warn us of the danger,
Where [C] brave FitzGibbon roused us up to [G] give them shot and wager!
Chorus
Fort George had passed out of our hands; the King’s Colours were taken,
And Gen. Boyd amassed a force to render us forsaken,
They rolled along their 6-pound guns, their battery checked and fearless,
And Yankee footmen from New York tramped up and down so careless!
Chorus
But we, oh no, we’d not be tricked, Secord she came a-calling,
Upon the door she knocked and cried “the Yanks on us are falling!”
So up straightway FitzGibbon leapt, and to his gun he’d taken,
“All troops make ready, forward march, brave Irishmen awaken!”
Chorus
And on his horse he cried again, in lilting Irish chorus,
Our bayonets crashed, our redcoats flashed, “God save the King!” rang o’er us,
Each every line we sang and whooped, to victory we’d be taken,
And turn the Yankees one and all, to rout them from their station!
Chorus
Hard fighting then we gave the Yanks, we sent them shot and volley,
Their bold 6-pounders took a fright and fled from us with hurry,
Boerstler he was shot, and up the flag of truce was mast’d,
FitzGibbon won the day, no loyal Irishman was bested!
Chorus x2
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