Slievenamon Irish Song Lyrics And Guitar Chords
This is the ''Banner'' County song for Tipperary.The 5 string banjo chords in G Major are included.The song was written by Charles J.Kicham and recorded by Johnny McEvoy, The Wolfe Tones and Al O'Donnell. other Irish singers who recorded the song include Louise Morrissey, Johnny McEvoy, Frank Patterson, Daniel O'Donnell, Maureen Hegerty, Michael Connolly and The Dublin City Ramblers. The youtube video is by The Wolfe Tones ballad group. Irish country singer Mike Denver recorded the song with drums in an upbeat tempo. The song was played in Croke Park when the Tipperary hurling team beat Kilkenny in the 2016 final. Slievenamon Sheet Music And Tin Whistle Notes
Slievenamon Song Words
Alone all alone by the wave-washed strand And alone in a crowded hall The hall it is gay and the waves they are grand But but my heart is not here at all It lies far away by night and by day To the times and the joys that are gone But I never will forget the sweet maiden I met In the valley near Slievenamon Oh it was not the grace of her queenly air Nor her cheeks of roses glow Nor her soft black eyes nor her flowing hair Nor was it her lily white brow 'Twas the soul of truth and of melting ruth And the smile like a summer's dawn that stole my heart away one soft summer's day In the valley near Slievenamon. In the festive hall by the star watched shore Oh ever my restless spirit cries My love oh my love will 1 ne'er see you more And my land will you never up-rise By night and by day 1 ever ever pray While lonely my life flows on To see our flag unrolled And my true love to enfold In the valley near Slievenamon. |
To play along with The Wolfe Tones use the following chords in the key of E.
[E]Alone all alone by the wave-washed[A] strand And a[B]lone in a crow[G#m]ded[E] hall[A][E] The[E] hall it is gay and the waves they are[A] grand But but my[B] heart is not here at[E] all[A][E] It[B] lies far a[A]way by[E] night and by day To the[F#] times and the joys that are[B] gone[A][B] [A]But I[E] never will forget the sweet mai[A]den I met In the[B] valley near Sliev[G#m]ena[E]mon[A][E] Key of D Alone[D] all alone by the[D7] wave-washed[G] strand And a[A7]lone in a crowded[D] hall The[D] hall it is gay and the[D7] waves they are[G] grand But but my[A7] heart is not here at[D] all It[A] lies far a[G]way by[D] night and by[Bm] day To the[E7] times and the joys that are[A7] gone But I[D] never will forget the sweet [D7]maiden I[G] met In the[A7] valley near Slievena[D]mon Key of G Major
Alone[G] all alone by the[G7] wave-washed[C] strand And a[D7]lone in a crowded[G] hall The[G] hall it is gay and the[G7] waves they are[C] grand But but my[D7] heart is not here at[G] all It[D] lies far a[C]way by[G] night and by[Em] day To the[A7] times and the joys that are[D7] gone But I[G] never will forget the sweet [G7]maiden I[C] met In the[D7] valley near Slievena[G]mon Other version of Slievenamon lyrics with chords
(D) I hear no verses from (A) thrush or (G) black(D)bird and (G) grass grows (D) dimly (G) on the (A) forest (D) path, the gorgeous maiden with (A) grief is (G) la(D)den with e(G)ternal (D) wailing (G) beating (A) hands be(D)reft. She (A) cries all (G) pi(D)ning (G) that the (D) young men In (G) Ireland (D) nightly no (A) rest can (D) plan. The troop of rangers, all-(A)plundering (G) stran(D)gers on the (G) sunny side slopes of (A) Sliab na (D) mBan. I grieve my saying that that day's slaying should have gone on, Gaels in their hundreds dead, because the stranger is making game of us saying pikes for them hold fear nor dread. Our major came not in time of day break we weren't prepared with our pikes as one, but as wild sheep nearing a shepherd shearing on the sunny side slopes of Sliab na mBan. The Frenchman's rallying with sharp masts steadying his top sails, bending at sea a while. His frequent sea cracks mean out isle he's seeking and for Gaels who see once more in power and style. Could I believe that he's not deceiving my heart wouldn't be weaving like the lark at dawn to down the stranger and hear the hunt's horn blazing on the sunny side slopes of Sliab na mBan. New Ross 'tis known wasn't what beat us woefully and left the horde of us stretched and weak, we babes unclothed as cinders smouldering and those who fought (bore at?) lying by ditch and dike. I have it sworn now that he who lowered us we'll be before him with pikes each man and teach the yeoman to fear the foeman when we pay the score to them at Sliabh na mBan. |
Slievanamon 5 string banjo chords for the version in the key of G Major.