The Irish Brigade - The ballad of pearse jordan

A ^Dyoung man, was shot on the Falls Road to^Aday The bulletins came through to ^A7hide the truth a^Dway With ^Ddifferent stories to cover the ^Glies ^Em 'twas ^Gcold blooded ^Dmurder, ^Acaused Pearce ^A7Jordan to ^Ddie

As you ^Dtravelled the Falls Road early that ^Anight The police, they were watching, they ^A7kept you in ^Dsight They ^Drammed your car from every ^Gside ^Em As you ^Gstaggered a^Dway, ^Ayou were shot, ^A7and you ^Ddied

Slán go ^Dfóill mo chara, just for a ^Awhile We'll not, have your craíc, your ^A7jokes, or your ^Dsmiles But ^Din years to come, your memory's still ^Gtrue ^Em A ^Gbrave son of ^DIreland, ^Awe will ^A7not forget ^Dyou

Your ^Dkiller that night, you did not even ^Asee Shot in the back, ^A7by the RU^DC Now ^Dthey won’t be punished, though justice they'll ^Gmeet ^Em For ^Gshootin' Pearse ^DJordan, ^Aun^A7armed in the ^Dstreet

Slán go ^Dfóill mo chara, just for a ^Awhile We'll not, have your craíc, your ^A7jokes, or your ^Dsmiles But ^Din years to come, your memory's still ^Gtrue ^Em A ^Gbrave son of ^DIreland, ^Awe will ^A7not forget ^Dyou

The ^Dgrief that is felt by, his family is ^Asore To know that they'll never, see ^A7Pearse any ^Dmore No ^Dchance to hold him, or tell him good^Gbye ^Em But they're ^Gproud of their ^Dson, ^Aand the ^A7cause that he held ^Dhigh

Slán go ^Dfóill mo chara, just for a ^Awhile We'll not, have your craíc, your ^A7jokes, or your ^Dsmiles But ^Din years to come, your memory's still ^Gtrue ^Em Good^Gbye my dear ^Dfriend, ^Awe will ^A7not forget ^Dyou