Christy Moore - The boy from tamlaghduff

As ^AmI w^Galked over the ^FGlenshane ^GPass I heard a ^Amyoung girl mourn The boy from Tamlagh^Cduff she cried is^G two years dead and ^Amgone How my heart is ^Ctorn apart t^Ghis young man to ^Elose Oh We’ll ^Amnever s^Gee the l^Fikes ag^Gain of my young ^FFrancis ^AmHughes

For^Am ma^Gny years his ex^Fploits were^G a thorn in E^Amngland’s side The hills and glens ^Cbecame his home it was ^Gthere he used to ^Amhide Once when they ^Csurrounded him he ^Gquietly slipped ^Eaway ^AmLike a ^Gfox he w^Fent to ^Gground and kept the ^Fdogs a^Amt bay

^AmMoving r^Gound the ^Fcountry^Gside he often ^Ammade the news But they could never ^Clay there hands on ^Gmy brave francis ^Amhughes Finally they wou^Cnded him then captured^G him at^E last From^Am the co^Guntrysid^Fe he lo^Gved they ^Ftook him to ^Ambelfast

From Mus^Amgrave Pa^Grk to Cru^Fmlin Ro^Gad then to a ^AmH-Block cell He went straight on the ^Cblanket then on ^Ghunger strike as^Am well His will to win ^Cthey could never break^G no matter what ^Ethey tried He ^Amfought them ^Gevery ^Fday he ^Glived and he ^Ffought them ^Amas he died

As ^AmI w^Galked over the ^FGlenshane ^GPass I heard a ^Amyoung girl mourn The boy from Tamlagh^Cduff she cried is^G two years dead and ^Amgone How my heart is ^Ctorn apart t^Ghis young man to ^Elose Oh We’ll ^Amnever s^Gee the l^Fikes ag^Gain of my young ^FFrancis ^AmHughes