The Croppy Boy Lyrics And guitar Chords
Traditional. Recorded by The Clancys and The Dubliners. Croppy Boys got their name from their hair style [croppy] the youtube video is of Anne Byrne with Jessy Owen on guitar, Anne also done a great version of The Foggy Dew, an Irish folk song. Other well known recorded songs by folk singer Anne Byrne include The Spinning Wheel Song and The Foggy Dew .
It[G] was early, early[C] in the spring The[D] birds did whistle and[G] sweetly sing, Changing their notes from[C] tree to[G] tree And the[D] song they sang was Old[G] Ireland free. It was early early in the night, The yeoman cavalry gave me a fright; The yeoman cavalry was my downfall And I was taken by Lord Cornwall. 'Twas in the guard-house where I was laid, And in a parlour where I was tried; My sentence passed and my courage low When to Dungannon I was forced to go. As I was passing my father's door My brother William stood at the door; My aged father stood at the door And my tender mother her hair she tore. As I was going up Wexford Street My own first cousin I chanced to meet; My own first cousin did me betray And for one bare guinea swore my life away. As I was walking up Wexford Hill Who could blame me to cry my fill? I looked behind, and I looked before But my aged mother I shall see no more. And as I mounted the platform high My aged father was standing by; My aged father did me deny And the name he gave me was the Croppy Boy. It was in Dungannon this young man died And in Dungannon his body lies. And you good people that do pass by Oh shed a tear for the Croppy Boy. The Croppy Boys From Meath Lyrics And Chords. Written by Eamonn Reilly and recorded by Shan-nos. Shan-nos are one of the finest Irish ballad groups and are based around Meath and Louth.
From our[G] history of old There’s an ancient story told Of a fire that was seen from far and [D]near And of [C]how it changed the [G]land, A message [C]passed from hand to [G]hand Oh the [C]young put words to [G]song from year to [D]year. How its blazin’ once again Just as bright as it did then All along the River Boyne it can be seen Summerhill to Seneschalstown From Nobber to the Hill of Down Every village from Kilmainhamwood to Skryne Chorus And the [G]fire that is [C]lighted on [D]royal Tara’s [G]Hill It’s the same old [C]flame and it’s [D]burnin’ still And it [G]glows in the [C]heart and it [D]shows in the[G] will Of those [C]dear old [Am]Croppy [D]Boys from[G] Meath We had the bravest in the land, All prepared to lend a hand Sure the tyrants they were strong but only few When they stood up for their rights They showed that they were there to fight In seventeen-ninety-eight the troops all true They had battled through the years, Had raised aloud their cheers They stood for what is right with constant pride Ever willing to be told By Robert Emmet or Wolfe Tone The spirit of this land has never died Chorus In our histroy we’re told Of our rebels oh so bold Who stood against the evil of our land And of how it changed the way Our families life their lives today Every way you can see from man to man How their story can be told Of two hundred years old So sad missed in our hearts for those who died From Kells and Navan ,Castletown, And everywhere around They stood and fought together side by side Chorus 2x |
In this version by Brendan Bowyer The melody and its timing are the same throughout the whole song but in the middle part with the spoken verses he accelerates his speech to double speed so that two lyric verses are put in one melodic verse. In the upper part he comes back to normal speed and singing the words, although the key changers to F major. The last verses is finally in another key which is not allowed for here. Chords by Marc.
THE CROPPY BOY Chords
Good (A)men and true in this (D)house who (E)dwell. To a (E)stranger Buachal I (A)pray you (E)tell Is the (A)priest at home or may (D)he be seen I would (A)speak a word with (E)Father (A)Greene The (A)Priest ‘s at home boy and (D)may be (E)seen Ties (E)easy speaking to (A)father (E)Greene (A)But you must wait till I (D)go and see If the (A)holy father a(E)lone may (A)be. The (A)youth has knelt to (D)tell his (E)sins At (E)nominee dei the (A)youth be(E)gins At (A)maya culpa he (D)beats his breast And in (A)broken murmurs he (E)speaks the (A)rest At the (A)siege of Ross did my (D)father (E)fall And at (E)Gorey my loving (A)brothers (E)all I a(A)lone am left of my (D)name and face And I’ll (A)go to Wexford and (E)take their (A)place. I (A)cursed three times since last (D)Easter (E)day And (E)at Mass time once I (A)went to (E)play. I (A)passed the Churchyard one (D)day in haste But for(A)got to pray for my (E)mothers (A)rest Yet I (A)bear no hate against (D)living (E)things I just (E)love my country a(A)bove the (E)King So(A) father bless me and (D)let me go To (A)die if god or(E)dains it (A)so The (A)priest said not but a (D)rustling (E)noise Made that (E)youth look up in (A)wild sur(E)prise The (A)robes were off and in (D)scarlet there Sat a (A)yeoman captain with (E)fiery (A)glair With (A)fiery glair and (D)fury (E)force In(E)stead of a blessing he (A)breathed a (E)curse T’was a (A)good thought boy to (D)come here and strive For (A)one last hour is your (E)time a(A)live At Ge(A)neva barracks that (D)young lad (E)died And at (E)Cassett they had his (A)body (E)laid Good (A)people who live in (D)peace and joy Breath a (A)prayer shed a tear for the (E)Croppy (A)Boy. |