Ireland unfree lyrics and chords

The phrase'' Ireland unfree shall never be at peace'' was part of a speech given by Padraic Pearse at the grave of Jeremiah O' Donovan Rossa in 1915. I only ever heard The Wolfe Tones sing this song, I have no idea who wrote it. The song features an old man reminiscing about days long ago when he fought in The Easter Rising with his frient Padraic Pearse.

In[G] a dimly lit room by a smouldering[D] fire

Sat an[C] old man so[G] lonely so sad and so[D] tired

Once he[G] struggled for freedom now he struggles to[D] live

With his[C] few small pos[G]sessions and his past to re[D]live

[Chorus]

There's a[C] faded old picture on the[G] wall all a[Em]lone

A[C] dusty old[D] picture the[C] pride of his[D] home

With[C] a harp and a shamrock with these[G] words under[Em]neath

[C]Ireland un[D]free shall[C] never be at[D] peace

[2]

And his thoughts wander back to the days of his prime

Oh trhere seems now that nothing goes faster than time

To his comrades of old he remembers the day

When he marched behind Pearse and the bold IRA

[3]

And it's to easter week and his thoughts wander back

Oh thoes leaders of men sure no courage did lack

But now he's just left with his memories of old

For his name nor his story will never be told

[4]

He gazed at the picture and gave a sad smile

For each rinkle and line told a struggle of time

Then he gazed once again and his eyes filled with tears

For the man in that picture was his friend Padraic Pearse 

To play along with the Wolfe Tones [ Tommy Byrne Singing ] use the following chords.

​In[D] a dimly lit room by a smouldering[A] fire

Sat an[G] old man so[D] lonely so sad and so[A] tired

Once he[D] struggled for freedom now he struggles to[A] live

With his[G] few small pos[D]sessions and his past to re[A]live

[Chorus]

There's a[G] faded old picture on the[D] wall all alone[Bm]

A[G] dusty old[A] picture the[G] pride of his[A] home

With[G] a harp and a shamrock with these[D] words under[Bm]neath

[G]Ireland un[A]free shall[G] never be at[A] peace.


And his [D]thoughts wander back to the [A]days of his prime

Oh trhere [G]seems now that [D]nothing goes faster than [A]time

To his [D]comrades of old he remembers the [A]day

When he [G]marched behind [D]Pearse and the bold IR[A]A


There's a[G] faded old picture on the[D] wall all alone[Bm]

A[G] dusty old[A] picture the[G] pride of his[A] home

With[G] a harp and a shamrock with these[D] words under[Bm]neath

[G]Ireland un[A]free shall[G] never be at[F#m]] peac[A]e.
[3]
And it's to [D]easter week and his thoughts wander [A]back
Oh thoes [G]leaders of [D]men sure no courage did [A]lack
But [D]now he's just left with his [Bm]memories of[A] old
For his [G]name nor his [D]story will never be [A]told
[4]
He [D]gazed at the picture and [Bm]gave a sad [A]smile
For each [G]rinkle and [D]line told a struggle of [A]time
Then he [D]gazed once again and his [Bm]eyes filled with [A]tears
For the [G]man in that [D]picture was his friend Padraic [A]Pearse