Twenty Men From Dublin Town lyrics and chords
Written by Arthur Griffett who was the founder of Sinn Fein. alternative chords- C=G, Am=Em, F=C, G=D. Always change the key of the song to suit your own voice. The video is of Danny Doyle.
The tenor banjo / mandolin tab is in this ebook here .
The tenor banjo / mandolin tab is in this ebook here .
TWENTY MEN FROM DUBLIN TOWN
Two centuries earlier when Red Hugh O'Donnell had escaped from Dublin, it was to Glenmalure that he fled. Now, with Myles Byrne and Arthur Devlin to guide him, Robert Emmet also made his way into the trackless Wicklows to avoid the forces of the Crown.
It has been often said that "if you scratch an Irish politician, you'll find a rebel." What is not as well understood is that if you scratch the same Irish politician a second time, you will likely also find a poet. Arthur Griffith, founder of Sinn Féin, wrote this rousing battle-song honouring the men in the Wicklow Hills after the failure of Emmet's rising.
About a week after the rising was crushed, arrangements began to be made for the escape of Robert Emmet and Myles Byrne to France. They had only, it appears, to wait safely in the hills until a suitable vessel could be secured to spirit them away. Demonstrating characteristic daring-and a usual lack of common sense-Emmet demurred. Instead, to be closer to his dying mother and his sweetheart, he took lodging in Harold's Cross under an alias in the house of a Mrs. Palmer. It proved to be a fatal, if romantic, gamble... Major Henry Sirr of the Dublin Town Police was closing in.
Two centuries earlier when Red Hugh O'Donnell had escaped from Dublin, it was to Glenmalure that he fled. Now, with Myles Byrne and Arthur Devlin to guide him, Robert Emmet also made his way into the trackless Wicklows to avoid the forces of the Crown.
It has been often said that "if you scratch an Irish politician, you'll find a rebel." What is not as well understood is that if you scratch the same Irish politician a second time, you will likely also find a poet. Arthur Griffith, founder of Sinn Féin, wrote this rousing battle-song honouring the men in the Wicklow Hills after the failure of Emmet's rising.
About a week after the rising was crushed, arrangements began to be made for the escape of Robert Emmet and Myles Byrne to France. They had only, it appears, to wait safely in the hills until a suitable vessel could be secured to spirit them away. Demonstrating characteristic daring-and a usual lack of common sense-Emmet demurred. Instead, to be closer to his dying mother and his sweetheart, he took lodging in Harold's Cross under an alias in the house of a Mrs. Palmer. It proved to be a fatal, if romantic, gamble... Major Henry Sirr of the Dublin Town Police was closing in.
[C]Twenty men from[Am] Dublin town[F] riding on the mountain[D]side
Fearless of the[Am] Saxon frown, [F]twenty brothers true and [C]tried
[F]Blood flows [G]in the [C]city[Am] streets,[F] there the green is lying[G] low
Here[C] the Emerald[Am] standard greets [F]eyes a[G]like of friend and[C] foe
Chorus- [F]Fly the [G]city, [C]brothers[Am] tried, [F]join us on the mountain[G]side
[C]Where we've England's[Am] power defied[G] twenty [F]men from Dublin[C] town
Twenty men from Dublin town, full of love and full of hate
Ah! our chief, our Tone is down, hand of God avenge his fate
Joy it is when e'er we meet redcoats on the mountain track
Oh as deer they must be fleet, if to Dublin they get back
Twenty men from Dublin town, every night around the fire
Brimming glasses we toss down to our captain Michael Dwyer
Slainte, Michael, barve and true, then there rings the wild hurrah
As we drink, dear land, to you, Eire! Slainte Geal go Bragh
Fearless of the[Am] Saxon frown, [F]twenty brothers true and [C]tried
[F]Blood flows [G]in the [C]city[Am] streets,[F] there the green is lying[G] low
Here[C] the Emerald[Am] standard greets [F]eyes a[G]like of friend and[C] foe
Chorus- [F]Fly the [G]city, [C]brothers[Am] tried, [F]join us on the mountain[G]side
[C]Where we've England's[Am] power defied[G] twenty [F]men from Dublin[C] town
Twenty men from Dublin town, full of love and full of hate
Ah! our chief, our Tone is down, hand of God avenge his fate
Joy it is when e'er we meet redcoats on the mountain track
Oh as deer they must be fleet, if to Dublin they get back
Twenty men from Dublin town, every night around the fire
Brimming glasses we toss down to our captain Michael Dwyer
Slainte, Michael, barve and true, then there rings the wild hurrah
As we drink, dear land, to you, Eire! Slainte Geal go Bragh
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Twenty men from Dublin Town sheet music / tin whistle notes included.
All of the sheet music tabs have been made as easy to play as was possible.
The price of the ebooks is €7.50
Twenty men from Dublin Town sheet music / tin whistle notes included.
Here's the guitar chords in the key of G
[G]Twenty men from[Em] Dublin town[C] riding on the mountain[A]side
Fearless of the[Em] Saxon frown, [C]twenty brothers true and [G]tried
[C]Blood flows [D]in the [G]city[Em] streets,[C] there the green is lying[D] low
Here[G] the Emerald[Em] standard greets [C]eyes a[D]like of friend and[G] foe
Chorus- [C]Fly the [D]city, [G]brothers[Em] tried, [C]join us on the mountain[D]side
[G]Where we've England's[Em] power defied[D] twenty [C]men from Dublin[G] town
[G]Twenty men from[Em] Dublin town[C] riding on the mountain[A]side
Fearless of the[Em] Saxon frown, [C]twenty brothers true and [G]tried
[C]Blood flows [D]in the [G]city[Em] streets,[C] there the green is lying[D] low
Here[G] the Emerald[Em] standard greets [C]eyes a[D]like of friend and[G] foe
Chorus- [C]Fly the [D]city, [G]brothers[Em] tried, [C]join us on the mountain[D]side
[G]Where we've England's[Em] power defied[D] twenty [C]men from Dublin[G] town
