Partition, The Wolfe Tones Lyrics And Chords

Irish Rebel Song. Written by Brian Warfield and guitar chords provided by Marc Fahrbach. Marc is from Germany and has a passion for Irish songs, in particular The Wolfe Tones, and has helped with many of the guitar chords on the site. The song is from the album ''The Troubles''
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Intro: G-D-A-A- G-D-A-A- G-D-A-A- D-A-Bm-Bm – D-D
 
Chorus:
We’ll (G)rant and we’ll (D)rave there’s (A)no united Ireland
We (G)scream and we’ll (D)shout to (A)keep us all apart
We’ll (G)kick up the (D)fuss to (A)keep us all devided
And to (D)keep the Isle of (A)Ireland a (Bm)deep and troubled land.
 
We (D)live on this old island they call (A)Ireland
The (D)Catholics and the Protestants and the (A)Presbyterians, too.
We (G)decided that we (D)couldn’t life to(A)gehter,
So we (D)devided up the (A)country into two.
They (G)set up a boundary (D)commission
And (G)that was in the year of Twenty-(D)Two
We (G)knew that our friends would not (D)forsake us
And (A)make us life in (Bm)Ireland turned to two.
 
So we’ll (G)rant and we’ll (D)rave there’s (A)no united Ireland
We (G)scream and we’ll (D)shout to (A)keep us all apart
We’ll (G)kick up the (D)fuss to (A)keep us all devided
And to (D)keep the Isle of (A)Ireland a (Bm)deep and troubled land.
 
We (D)decided on the six counties (A)Ulster
For (D)Carson said that nine sure would (A)never ever do
There be (G)too many Papist in to (D)deal with
And we could never make a (A)state with just a few
There are (G)three loyal counties to the (D)Union
The (G)other three will never have their (D)say
We’ll (G)make the twenty-six a foreign (D)country
And (A)pretend that they’re a (Bm)thousand miles away
 
So we’ll (G)rant and we’ll (D)rave there’s (A)no united Ireland
We (G)scream and we’ll (D)shout to (A)keep us all apart
We’ll (G)kick up the (D)fuss to (A)keep us all devided
And to (D)keep the Isle of (A)Ireland a (Bm)deep and troubled land.
 
G-D-A-A- G-D-A-A
 
We’ll (D)never live with Papists of with (A)Fenians
For they (D)have to obey the rule (A)of the Pope in Rome
We’ll (G)force all the others then to (D)leave us
And have a little (A)state we call our own
So (G)get out the pens we draw the (D)boundary
Through (G)towns and farms and hills and bogs and (D)all
And (G)bring us all the pricks that’s made in (D)Ireland
For it’s (A)better that we (Bm)build a bloody wall.
 
Chorus twice