The Valley Of Knockanure

Am G F Dm G Em Am You may sing and speak about Easter Week and the heroes of Ninety Eight. Am C Em Dm Esus Of Fenian Men who roamed the glen in victory or de feat. Am C Em Dm Esus Their names on history's pages told, their memories will endure, Am G F Dm Em Dm G Am Not a song was sung of our darling sons, in the Valley of Knockanure. Am G F Dm G Em Am There was Lyons and Walsh and the Dalton boy, They were young and in their prime. Am C Em Dm Esus They rambled to a lonely spot where the Black and Tans did hide. Am C Em Dm Esus The Republic bold they did uphold, Tho' outlawed on the moor Am G F Dm Em Dm G Am And side by side they fought and died In the Valley of Knockanure. Am G F Dm G Em Am It was on a neighbouring hillside We listened in hushed dismay. Am C Em Dm Esus In every house, in every town, a young girl knelt to pray. Am C Em Dm Esus They're closing in around them now, with rifle fire so sure, Am G F Dm Em Dm G Am And Lyons is dead and young Dalton's down in the Valley of Knockanure. Am G F Dm G Em Am But ere the guns could seal his fate, young Walsh had spoken thro' Am C Em Dm Esus With a prayer to God he spurned the sod, As against the hill he flew Am C Em Dm Esus The bullets tore his flesh in two, Yet he cried with voice so sure, Am G F Dm Em Dm G Am "Revenge I'll get for my comrade's death, in the Valley of Knockanure. Am G F Dm G Em Am The summer sun is sinking low behind the field and lea. Am C Em Dm Esus The pale moonlight is shining bright far off beyond Tralee. Am C Em Dm Esus The dismal stars and the clouds afar are darkening o'er the moor, Am G F Dm Em Dm G Am And the banshee cried when young Dalton died, In the Valley of Knockanure.