The Wolfe Tones - Let the people sing - this land is your land

F^Dor those who are in love there's a ^Asong that's warm and ^Dtender For ^Gthose who are oppressed in ^Dsong you can pro^Atest So ^Dliberate your mind and g^Aive your soul exp^Dression O^Gpen up your heart I'll ^Asing for you this ^Dsong.

Let ^Dthe people sing their stories and their songs And the ^Gmusic of their native l^Dand Their lullabies and battle cries and songs of hope and ^Bmjoy So j^Aoin us hand in ^A7hand Al^Dl across this ancient land, ^Gthroughout the test of ^Dtime It was music that kept our spirits ^Bmfree Those ^Asongs of yours and ^Dmine

It^D was back in ancient times the ^Abard would tell his ^Dstory Of the ^Gheros of the villain,of the c^Dhieftain in the ^Aglen Thro^Dugh Elizabethan times and C^Aromwellian war and ^Dfury ^GPut our pipers to the sword killed our ^Aharpers and our ^Dbards

Let ^Dthe people sing their stories and their songs And the ^Gmusic of their native l^Dand Their lullabies and battle cries and songs of hope and ^Bmjoy So j^Aoin us hand in ^A7hand Al^Dl across this ancient land, ^Gthroughout the test of ^Dtime It was music that kept our spirits ^Bmfree Those ^Asongs of yours and ^Dmine

^DOh Ireland land of song yo^Aur music lives ^Dforever In its ^Gvalleys and its mountains, in ou^Dr hills and in our^A glens Our ^Dmusic has survived through ^Afamine and oppr^Dession ^GTo the generationgs gone I'll^A sing for you this^D song

Let ^Dthe people sing their stories and their songs And the ^Gmusic of their native l^Dand Their lullabies and battle cries and songs of hope and ^Bmjoy So j^Aoin us hand in ^A7hand Al^Dl across this ancient land, ^Gthroughout the test o^Df time It was music that kept our spirits ^Bmfree Those ^Asongs of yours and ^Dmine

This ^Dland is you^Gr land, this land is my ^Dland, From the northern ^Ahighlands, to the western ^Dislands, From the hills of ^GKerry, to the streets of fr^Dee Derry, ^AThis land was made for you and ^Dme

As I was ^Gwalking by the Shannon ^Dwater, hand in ^Ahand there with my little ^Ddaughter, Hear the church bell ^Gringing, and the children s^Dinging, ^AThis land was made for you and ^Dme.

This ^Dland is you^Gr land, this land is my ^Dland, From the northern ^Ahighlands, to the western ^Dislands, From the hills of ^GKerry, to the streets of fr^Dee Derry, ^AThis land was made for you and ^Dme

So we climbed the ^Gmountain by the crystal ^Dfountain, And we heard the ^Awave- roar by the rocky ^Dseashore, Her eyes were gl^Geamin, she cried oh D^Daddy ^AThis land was made for you and ^Dme.

This ^Dland is you^Gr land, this land is my ^Dland, From the northern ^Ahighlands, to the western ^Dislands, From the hills of ^GKerry,to the streets of fr^Dee Derry, ^AThis land was made for you and ^Dme

So I walked her ho^Gme ,by the village st^Deaple, Proud of my ^Acountry, proud of my ^Dpeople, Of the men who ^Gcried there, and the men who died ^Dthere singing, ^AThis land was made for you and^D me.

This ^Dland is you^Gr land, this land is my ^Dland, From the northern ^Ahighlands, to the western ^Dislands, From the hills of ^GKerry, to the streets of fr^Dee Derry, ^AThis land was made for you and ^Dme