Dropkick Murphys - Broken hymns

Now the ^Cfog and smoke is lifting From the ^Cfallen row on ^Frow In ^C1861 the prayed for ^CGod to keep their ^Fsouls J^Cimmy left home in April That was one ^Cyear to the ^Fday W^Crites his mother back home in Brighton But he ^Cain't got much to ^Fsay He's forg^Fotten what his town ^Clooks like The ^Fsmell of ^Fdeath is all ^Faround ^{C F} He d^Freams of the blue At^Clantic To ^Fonce a^Cgain be ho^Fmewa^Crd b^Found Homeward ^Cbound Though the ^Croad was long and winding ^FMany ^Csnares lay ^Fin ^Ctheir ^Fpath But ^Ctheir struggle they saw as righteous ^FThe fought with ^Cmight and ^Fstuck ^Cwith ^Fwrath

Now the b^Fattle hymns are p^Claying R^Feport of ^Fshots not far ^Fways ^{C F} No ^Fprayer, no promise, no ^Chand of ^FGod Could save their ^Csouls that ^FApr^Cil ^Fday Tell their ^Cwives that they fought bravely ^FAs they ^Clay them ^Fin ^Ctheir ^Fgraves

As the ^Ctrain pulled in the station ^FAnd the ^Cfamilies gathered '^Fround You could ^Chear the first car echo ^FWith a ^Cloud t^Friump^Chant ^Fsound But the ^Clast car it was silent ^FThey listened ^Cclose but they couldn't ^Fhear It was ^Claden down with coffins ^FThat didn't ^Cspeak and ^Fcould^Cn't ^Fcheer

As the ^Ctrain pulled in the station And the f^Families gathered 'r^Cou^Fnd ^AmiYou could hear the first car echo With a l^Foud triumphant so^Cun^Fd Now the ^Fbattle hymns are p^Claying R^Feport of s^Fhots not ^Ffar away^{C F} No ^Fprayer, no promise, no ^Chand of ^FGod Could save theirs ^Csouls that A^Fpri^Cl d^Fay Now the ^Fbattle hymns are p^Claying R^Feport of ^Fshots not far ^Faway ^{C F} No ^Fprayer, no promise, no ^Chand of G^Fod Could save the ^Csouls of the ^Fblue a^Cnd g^Frey Tell their ^Cwives that they fought bravely ^FAs they ^Clay them i^Fn t^Cheir g^Fraves