Town Of Athlone

Am C Em Am C Em Am C Em In the town of Athlone there's a young woman walking Am C Em And wrapped around her baby, a shawl, and she speaks Am C Em Of the passing of rings to the uniformed soldiers Am Em Am The price of a ribbon, their fortune to speak C Em Well, their fortune she speaks and she speaks of a river Am C Em Whose silvery barrows and moorlands beneath Am C Em Where a gun battle raged and the hero for Ireland Am D7 Em Am Would soon lie down dead, dead at her feet C Em At the feet of the virgin in the grotto of Annah Am C Em She sings to her baby in the old styles bequeathed Am C Em And she lilts and laments and enchants all in hearing Am D7 Em Am With songs of her people and melodies sweet Em C G Am Sweet silvery Nore River is rolling D Em Over an Irish soldier's grave C G Am And the vestry bells are tolling C Em Am Over the ashes of his grave Am Em Dm Am C Em In the freeborn land of the travelling people Am C Em Lies Nioclas Mullins, the pride of Cullbawn Am C Em Yet unmarked beside him, the bride of his union Am D7 Em Am Who carried our music in a black gypsy shawl Em C G Am Sweet silvery Nore River is rolling D Em Over an Irish soldier's grave C G Am And the vestry bells are tolling C Em Am Over the ashes of his grave Em C G Am Sweet silvery Nore River is rolling D Em Over an Irish soldier's grave C G Am And the vestry bells are tolling C Em Am Over the ashes of his grave C Em Am Over the ashes of his grave C Em Am Over the ashes of his grave