Rifles Of The Ira

Chords

Standard

In [G] nineteen hundred and sixteen, 
The [C] Forces [D] of the [G] Crown, 
To Capture Orange, [Em] White and Green,
Bom[D]barded Dublin [G] Town, 
But in twenty one, [Em] Britannia\'s huns, 
Were [D] forced to earn their [G] pay, 
When the Black and Tans, Like lightning ran
From the [C] rifles of the [D] IR[G]A
 
They [G] burned their way through Munster 
and Laid [C] Leinster [D] on the [G] rack, 
Through Connaught and in [Em] Ulster,
Marched the men [D] in brown and [G] black, 
They shot down wives and [Em] child-er-en, 
In their [D] own heroic [G] way, 
And the Black and Tans, Like lightning ran
From the [C] rifles of the [D] IR[G]A
 
They hanged young Kevin Barry high, 
A [C] lad of [D] eighteen [G] years, 
Cork City\'s flames lit [Em] up the sky, 
But our [D] brave boys new no [G] fear.
The Cork Brigade with [Em] hand grenade
In am[D]bush waiting lay[G], 
And the Black and Tans, Like lightning ran
From the [C] rifles of the [D] IR[G]A
 
The [G] tans were got, taken out and shot 
By the [C] brave and [D] the valiant few, [G]
Sean Treacy, Denny, [Em] Lacey, 
And Tom Barr[D]y\'s Gallant crew, [G]
Though we\'re not free ye[Em]t, we won\'t forget
Un[D]til our dying [G] day
How the Black and Tans, Like lightning ran
From the [C] rifles of the [D] IR[G]A