Slievenamon Irish Song Lyrics And Guitar Chords

This is the ''Banner'' County song for Tipperary.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 Hegarty, Michael Connolly and The Dublin City Ramblers. 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

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

Other version of the song

(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.