Dropkick Murphys - Broken hymns

Now the ^Dfog and smoke is lifting From the ^Dfallen row on ^Arow In ^D1861 the prayed for ^DGod to keep their ^Asouls J^Dimmy left home in April That was one ^Dyear to the ^Aday W^Drites his mother back home in Brighton But he ^Dain't got much to ^Asay He's forg^Gotten what his town ^Dlooks like The ^Asmell of ^Gdeath is all ^Aaround ^{D A} He d^Greams of the blue At^Dlantic To ^Aonce a^Dgain be ho^Gmewa^Drd b^Aound Homeward ^Dbound Though the ^Droad was long and winding ^AMany ^Dsnares lay ^Gin ^Dtheir ^Apath But ^Dtheir struggle they saw as righteous ^AThe fought with ^Dmight and ^Gstuck ^Dwith ^Awrath

Now the b^Gattle hymns are p^Dlaying R^Aeport of ^Gshots not far ^Aways ^{D A} No ^Gprayer, no promise, no ^Dhand of ^AGod Could save their ^Dsouls that ^GApr^Dil ^Aday Tell their ^Dwives that they fought bravely ^AAs they ^Dlay them ^Gin ^Dtheir ^Agraves

As the ^Dtrain pulled in the station ^AAnd the ^Dfamilies gathered '^Around You could ^Dhear the first car echo ^AWith a ^Dloud t^Griump^Dhant ^Asound But the ^Dlast car it was silent ^AThey listened ^Dclose but they couldn't ^Ahear It was ^Dladen down with coffins ^AThat didn't ^Dspeak and ^Gcould^Dn't ^Acheer

As the ^Dtrain pulled in the station And the f^Aamilies gathered 'r^Dou^And ^BmiYou could hear the first car echo With a l^Aoud triumphant so^Dun^Ad Now the ^Gbattle hymns are p^Dlaying R^Aeport of s^Ghots not ^Afar away^{D A} No ^Gprayer, no promise, no ^Dhand of ^AGod Could save theirs ^Dsouls that A^Gpri^Dl d^Aay Now the ^Gbattle hymns are p^Dlaying R^Aeport of ^Gshots not far ^Aaway ^{D A} No ^Gprayer, no promise, no ^Dhand of G^Aod Could save the ^Dsouls of the ^Gblue a^Dnd g^Arey Tell their ^Dwives that they fought bravely ^AAs they ^Dlay them i^Gn t^Dheir g^Araves