The Irish Brigade - Martin hurson

A^Dmong the hills of ^Ggreen Ty^Drone an ^BmIrish ^Gsoldier ^Ddies The youthful Martin ^GHurson, who for ^BmIreland gave his ^Alife To up^Dhold his ^Gcountry’s ^Bmdigni^Aty he ^Bmfollowed ^GBobby ^ASands On ^Dhunger strike for ^Ghuman ^Drights 'til ^Bmdeath he ^Gtook his ^Dhand.

Through ^Ddreary days in that ^GH-Block ^Dcage; my ^Bmthoughts re^Gturn to ^Dyou Though beaten low by ^Gsavage foe; your ^Bmmemories saw me ^Athrough In ^Dtortured ^Gnights your ^Bmprayers brought ^Alight, and ^Bmsoothed my ^Gfears and ^Apain And ^Dthough I’m gone you ^Gmust fight ^Don; ’til ^BmIreland is ^Gfree a^Dgain

Now ^Dgaunt and pale in my ^GH-Block ^Dcell; my ^Bmheart still ^Gburns a^Dflame In fondest dreams I ^Gdrilled it seems a^Bmmong your hills a^Again A ^Dguiding ^Glight to ^Bmlead the ^Afight to ^Bmfree my ^Ggreen Ty^Arone The ^Dvoice of truth for ^GIrish ^Dyouth to ^Bmcrush the ^GBritish ^Dthrone

Fare^Dwell my native ^Ggreen Ty^Drone and you ^Bmmy sweet ^GBerna^Ddette My parents and comp^Ganions brave, I’m ^Bmwatching o’er you ^Ayet Of ^DCappagh’s ^Gbraes, my ^Bmchildhood ^Adays; my ^Bmmemories ^GI re^Acall And ^Dso adieu to the ^Gland I love ^Dtrue, a ^Bmchairde ^Gslán go ^Dfóil And ^Dso adieu to the ^Gland I love ^Dtrue, a ^Bmchairde ^Gslán go ^Dfóil