Daoiri Farrell - Valley of knockanure

You may ^Gsing or ^Dspeak about ^CEaster ^Amweek Or the ^Gheroes of ninety-^Ceight Of the ^GFenian men who roamed the glen In ^Cvictory ^Dor de^Emfeat Their ^Cnames in h^Gistory pages told Their ^Dmemories will en^Emdure Not a ^Gsong was ^Dsung of our ^Cdarling ^Dsons In the ^GValley of Knock^Canure

There were ^EmWalsh and ^DLyons and the ^CDalton ^Amboys They were ^Gyoung and in their ^Cprime As they ^Emrambled ^Gto a lonesome spot Where the ^DBlack and ^CTans did ^Emlie Rep^Cublican ^Gbold they did uphold Tho' ^Doutlawed ^Con the ^Emmoor And ^Gside by ^Dside they ^Cfought and ^Ddied In the ^GValley of Knock^Canure

It was ^Emon a ^Dneighbouring ^Chill^Amside We ^Glistened in calmed amaze In ^Emevery ^Ghouse, in every town There ^Dkneeled a ^Cmaid to ^Empray They're ^Cclosing ^Gin around them now With ^Drifle ^Cfire so ^Emsure And poor ^GDalton is ^Ddown and ^CLyons is ^Ddead In the ^GValley of Knocka^Cnure

So they ^Emtook him ^Ddown bey^Cond the ^Amfence Where the ^Gflowers were in full ^Cbloom And they ^Emmade him ^Gkneel down upon the grass For to ^Dface his ^Cfinal ^Emdoom And then ^CDalton he ^Dspoke, as his voice it broke With ^Dpassion ^Cproud and ^Empure "Oh for ^GIreland I'll ^Ddie as I ^Cface the ^Dsky" In the ^GValley of Knocka^Cnure

Now the ^Emsummer ^Dsun was ^Csetting ^Amnow Be^Gtween the hills and the ^Csea And the ^Empale pale ^Gmoon was rising Far ^Dout from ^CTralee ^Emtown And the ^Cdismal s^Gtars and the clouds afar Are ^Ddarkening ^Co'er the ^Emmoor And the ^Gbanshee ^Dcried as our ^Csons they ^Ddied In the ^GValley of Knock^Canure