Bring Them Home Lyrics And Chords
Paddy McGuigan And The Barleycorn.Here's another from one of Ireland's greatest rebel songwriter. Also recorded by The Dublin City Ramblers and that's who the youtube video is of.An Irish rebel song and a call to free Irish republican prisoners for the jails in Ireland in the 1970's. Recorded by Barleycorn and Charlie And The Bhoys.
Bring Them Home Sheet Music / Tin Whistle Notes are in the rebel songs ebook here
[Chorus]
Here[D] it ring on the[G] air,It's the[A] voice of my country so[D] fair
Cant you feel ,cant you[G] see ,Irish[A]men will set them [D]free
In[D] the jail that held Mc[A] Sweeney
In the prison where he[D] died
Lies the daughters of old[A] Ireland
[G]And they[A] fill my heart with[D] pride
For I[A] know that England[D] wishes
[G]That we'd let them die a[A]lone
But[D] all the voices of dear old[G] Ireland
Cries for[A] us to bring them[D] home
T'was the love of dear old Ireland
Brought them to a prison hell
But the ghosts of Pearse and Connolly
Filled their lonely prison cell
Clarke and Plunkett stand beside them
Mc Donagh Mc Dermot and Wolfe Tone
And all the voices of old Ireland
Cry for us to bring them home
So I pray you men of Ireland
Dont betray our daughters true
Proudly stand beside our heroes
Lest they die for me and you
Though the tyrant would deny us
We can break their hearts of stone
And all of Ireland will be singing
When we bring our daughters home
[Chorus]
Here[D] it ring on the[G] air,It's the[A] voice of my country so[D] fair
Cant you feel ,cant you[G] see ,Irish[A]men will set them [D]free
In[D] the jail that held Mc[A] Sweeney
In the prison where he[D] died
Lies the daughters of old[A] Ireland
[G]And they[A] fill my heart with[D] pride
For I[A] know that England[D] wishes
[G]That we'd let them die a[A]lone
But[D] all the voices of dear old[G] Ireland
Cries for[A] us to bring them[D] home
T'was the love of dear old Ireland
Brought them to a prison hell
But the ghosts of Pearse and Connolly
Filled their lonely prison cell
Clarke and Plunkett stand beside them
Mc Donagh Mc Dermot and Wolfe Tone
And all the voices of old Ireland
Cry for us to bring them home
So I pray you men of Ireland
Dont betray our daughters true
Proudly stand beside our heroes
Lest they die for me and you
Though the tyrant would deny us
We can break their hearts of stone
And all of Ireland will be singing
When we bring our daughters home
Guitar chords for all the verses.
[Chorus]
Here [D]it rings on the [G]air, it's the [A]voice of my country so [D]fair,
Can't you [D]feel, can't you [G]see, Irish[A]men will set them [D]free.
[Verse 1]
In [D]the jail that held Mc[A]Sweeney,
In the [D]prison where he died,
Lies the [A]daughters of old [G]Ireland,
And they [A]fill my heart with [D]pride.
For I [A]know that England [D]wishes,
That we’d [G]let them die a[A]lone,
But [D]all the voices of dear old [G]Ireland,
Cries for [A]us to bring them [D]home.
[Verse 2]
'Twas the [D]love of dear old [A]Ireland,
Brought them [D]to a prison hell,
But the [A]ghosts of Pearse and [G]Connolly,
Filled their [A]lonely prison [D]cell.
Clarke and [A]Plunkett stand be[D]side them,
Mc [G]Donagh, McDermott and [A]Wolfe Tone,
And [D]all the voices of old [G]Ireland,
Cry for [A]us to bring them [D]home.
[Verse 3]
So I [D]pray you men of [A]Ireland,
Don’t be[D]tray our daughters true,
Proudly [A]stand beside our [G]heroes,
Lest they [A]die for me and [D]you.
Though the [A]tyrant would de[D]ny us,
We can [G]break their hearts of [A]stone,
And [D]all of Ireland will be [G]singing,
When we [A]bring our daughters [D]home.
🎸 Notes:
[Chorus]
Here [D]it rings on the [G]air, it's the [A]voice of my country so [D]fair,
Can't you [D]feel, can't you [G]see, Irish[A]men will set them [D]free.
[Verse 1]
In [D]the jail that held Mc[A]Sweeney,
In the [D]prison where he died,
Lies the [A]daughters of old [G]Ireland,
And they [A]fill my heart with [D]pride.
For I [A]know that England [D]wishes,
That we’d [G]let them die a[A]lone,
But [D]all the voices of dear old [G]Ireland,
Cries for [A]us to bring them [D]home.
[Verse 2]
'Twas the [D]love of dear old [A]Ireland,
Brought them [D]to a prison hell,
But the [A]ghosts of Pearse and [G]Connolly,
Filled their [A]lonely prison [D]cell.
Clarke and [A]Plunkett stand be[D]side them,
Mc [G]Donagh, McDermott and [A]Wolfe Tone,
And [D]all the voices of old [G]Ireland,
Cry for [A]us to bring them [D]home.
[Verse 3]
So I [D]pray you men of [A]Ireland,
Don’t be[D]tray our daughters true,
Proudly [A]stand beside our [G]heroes,
Lest they [A]die for me and [D]you.
Though the [A]tyrant would de[D]ny us,
We can [G]break their hearts of [A]stone,
And [D]all of Ireland will be [G]singing,
When we [A]bring our daughters [D]home.
🎸 Notes:
- Chords used: D, G, A — simple, classic Irish ballad voicings.
- Tempo: Moderate (♩ = 90–100).
- Style: Strumming pattern works well as Down – down-up – up-down-up or slow arpeggios.
The video is by The Dublin City Ramblers and not The Wolfe Tones as stated.
Guitar chords in G
Here [G]it rings on the [C]air, it's the [D]voice of my country so [G]fair,
Can't you [G]feel, can't you [C]see, Irish[D]men will set them [G]free.
In [G]the jail that held Mc[D]Sweeney,
In the [G]prison where he died,
Lies the [D]daughters of old [C]Ireland,
And they [D]fill my heart with [G]pride.
For I [D]know that England [G]wishes,
That we'd [C]let them die a[D]lone,
But [G]all the voices of dear old [C]Ireland,
Cries for [D]us to bring them [G]home.
'Twas the [G]love of dear old [D]Ireland,
Brought them [G]to a prison hell,
But the [D]ghosts of Pearse and [C]Connolly,
Filled their [D]lonely prison [G]cell.
Clarke and [D]Plunkett stand be[G]side them,
Mc [C]Donagh, McDermott and [D]Wolfe Tone,
And [G]all the voices of old [C]Ireland,
Cry for [D]us to bring them [G]home.
So I [G]pray you men of [D]Ireland,
Don't be[G]tray our daughters true,
Proudly [D]stand beside our [C]heroes,
Lest they [D]die for me and [G]you.
Though the [D]tyrant would de[G]ny us,
We can [C]break their hearts of [D]stone,
And [G]all of Ireland will be [C]singing,
When we [D]bring our daughters [G]home.
Here [G]it rings on the [C]air, it's the [D]voice of my country so [G]fair,
Can't you [G]feel, can't you [C]see, Irish[D]men will set them [G]free.
In [G]the jail that held Mc[D]Sweeney,
In the [G]prison where he died,
Lies the [D]daughters of old [C]Ireland,
And they [D]fill my heart with [G]pride.
For I [D]know that England [G]wishes,
That we'd [C]let them die a[D]lone,
But [G]all the voices of dear old [C]Ireland,
Cries for [D]us to bring them [G]home.
'Twas the [G]love of dear old [D]Ireland,
Brought them [G]to a prison hell,
But the [D]ghosts of Pearse and [C]Connolly,
Filled their [D]lonely prison [G]cell.
Clarke and [D]Plunkett stand be[G]side them,
Mc [C]Donagh, McDermott and [D]Wolfe Tone,
And [G]all the voices of old [C]Ireland,
Cry for [D]us to bring them [G]home.
So I [G]pray you men of [D]Ireland,
Don't be[G]tray our daughters true,
Proudly [D]stand beside our [C]heroes,
Lest they [D]die for me and [G]you.
Though the [D]tyrant would de[G]ny us,
We can [C]break their hearts of [D]stone,
And [G]all of Ireland will be [C]singing,
When we [D]bring our daughters [G]home.
