Brendan Behan-Irish folk song Lyrics And Chords
This song was written by songwriter Pete St. John and it's about Dubliner Brendan Behan, I'm not sure if this song ever got recorded, it was sung by The Irish Tenors. Also included is a poem written by Brendan Slater called Brendan. There's several songs that were written by this Dubliner included here including The Old Triangle song , which is about daily life in one of Dublin's prisons. And with Brendan being a self proclaimed Republican, ballads were never too far from his mind and he wrote the song Easter Week about the events of the 1916 rising. Brendan lived until 1964 which was around the time The Dubliner's were starting their career and they eventually covered some of Brendan's songs like The Old Alarm Clock song with Ronnie Drew on vocals which is another rebel song. Ronnie later covered The Captains And The Kings which isn't as well known as his other his but very well written.
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[C]Dublin was his [F]City, he was [G7]Dublin born and [C]bred
That's where they Christened him [F]Brendan [Dm]Behan, with a [G7]green flag 'ore his[C] head
When Ireland counts her[F] hero's and her[G7] men of letters [C]too,
Sure I'm [Am]sure that he will ever[C] be, a[G7]mongst the chosen[C few.
Chorus
For [C]Dublin was his [F]City he was[G7] Dublin born and [C]bred,
That's where they Christened him [F]Brendan [Dm]Behan, with a [G7]green flag 'ore his [C]head
The cold heart of the City, soon became his own
In his second trade his income was made, but he paid the pride alone
So here's a round to Brendan, a russler man and boy
And his will to think in iron ink, and Dublin sham distroy.
The harbour lights is lonely, Henry's Street's gone sour
In in McDaid's his memory fades, but they keep his holy hour
In the Dublin of the living, his name will never die
'Twas the fickle jar eclipsed his star and fools will ask you why
[C]Dublin was his [F]City, he was [G7]Dublin born and [C]bred
That's where they Christened him [F]Brendan [Dm]Behan, with a [G7]green flag 'ore his[C] head
When Ireland counts her[F] hero's and her[G7] men of letters [C]too,
Sure I'm [Am]sure that he will ever[C] be, a[G7]mongst the chosen[C few.
Chorus
For [C]Dublin was his [F]City he was[G7] Dublin born and [C]bred,
That's where they Christened him [F]Brendan [Dm]Behan, with a [G7]green flag 'ore his [C]head
The cold heart of the City, soon became his own
In his second trade his income was made, but he paid the pride alone
So here's a round to Brendan, a russler man and boy
And his will to think in iron ink, and Dublin sham distroy.
The harbour lights is lonely, Henry's Street's gone sour
In in McDaid's his memory fades, but they keep his holy hour
In the Dublin of the living, his name will never die
'Twas the fickle jar eclipsed his star and fools will ask you why
Here's A Poem To Brendan Behan Called ''Brendan'' that was written by Andrew Slater. If you'd like to put music to it and sing it that's fine.
A hostage of the pen while courting with the bottle
Who would listen to the confessions of an Irish rebel?
As the borstal boy grows into a quare old fellow
The leaving party waves him off as the old halls becomehollow
The bell chimes out his words, playing like an auld triangle
Inspired by a laughing boy who was his mother’s idol
The twisting of another rope is all that it takes
And everybody will sing his songs for years after the wake
The big house with its garden party is where he will stay
As slumber brings Shane along to pass the time of day
The captain and the kings play deaf to the song of thesoldier
While to Shane he turns and says “hold your hour and haveanother”
The landlady will keep her hostage no more
The scarperer is moving out, just like 1954
A hostage of the pen while courting with the bottle
Who would listen to the confessions of an Irish rebel?
As the borstal boy grows into a quare old fellow
The leaving party waves him off as the old halls becomehollow
The bell chimes out his words, playing like an auld triangle
Inspired by a laughing boy who was his mother’s idol
The twisting of another rope is all that it takes
And everybody will sing his songs for years after the wake
The big house with its garden party is where he will stay
As slumber brings Shane along to pass the time of day
The captain and the kings play deaf to the song of thesoldier
While to Shane he turns and says “hold your hour and haveanother”
The landlady will keep her hostage no more
The scarperer is moving out, just like 1954
