Kingfishr - Killeagh

^BmFrom the woods of^A Glenbower to the ^Driver ^GDissour ^BmFrom the arms of^A my mother to the l^Dand ev^Ger pure Al^Bml I have to re^Amember, is th^De pride that ^GI felt r^Bmound the Páirc Uí^A Chinnéide Where the b^Doys never k^Gnelt, (into chorus)

They'd g^Do raring and^Em tearing and ^F#mfighting for ^Glove ^BmFor the land they call Kil^Aleagh and the ^Dlord up^G above Ki^Dlleagh la ^EmLa la la la^D/F# la La la la ^Gla ^BmFor the green and the w^Ahite I adore^G For the ^Bmparish to l^Aast everm^Gore look ^Bm'95 came pr^Aomotion, h^Digh up on th^Ge wing And^Bm no-one up to^A senior, what ^Da beautifu^Gl thing In^Bm the darkest of^A hours, in th^De depths of d^Gespair

Let the^Bm killeagh boys roa^Ar far to ^Drattle th^Ge air [Chorus] They'^Dd go raring and ^Emtearing and ^F#mfighting for ^Glove ^BmFor the land they call k^Ailleagh and the l^Dord up ^Gabove ^DKilleagh la ^EmLa la la la^F#m la La la la ^Gla For the g^Bmreen and the whit^Ae I ador^Ge Fo^Bmr the parish to las^At evermore^G

^DKilleagh la ^EmLa la la la l^F#ma La la la la ^Gla ^BmLa la la la l^Aa La^D la la la la ^Gla Kil^Dleagh la ^EmLa la la^F#m la la La la la ^Gla For ^Bmthe green and t^Ahe white I ^Gadore For ^Bmthe parish to ^Alast eve^Grmore When m^Bmy time's at an ^Aending When my da^Dys are no^G more Bur^Bmy me with my ^Ahurley by the riv^Der Dissour