Young ned of the hill

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Have you  ever walked the  lonesome hills and  heard the curlews  cry   
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Or  seen the raven  black as night u pon a windswept sky   
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To  walk the purple  heather and  hear the westwind  cry   
  
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To know that's where the rapparee must die   
 
 
  
Inst 1 |Am Em|Am Em Am|Am Em |Am Em Am||   
 
 
  
Since Cromwell pushed us westward to live our lowly lives   
  
There's some of us have deemed to fight from Tipperary mountains high   
  
Noble men with wills of iron who are not afraid to die   
  
Who'll fight with Gaelic honour held on high   
 
 
  
A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell you who raped our Motherland   
  
I hope you're rotting down in hell for the horrors that you sent   
  
To our misfortunate forefathers whom you robbed of their birthright   
  
To hell or Connaught may you burn in hell tonight   
 
 
  
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Of such a man I'd like to speak a rapparee by name and deed   
  
His family dispossessed and slaughtered they put a price upon his head   
  
His name is know in song and story his deeds are legends still   
  
And murdered for blood money was young Ned of the hill   
 
 
  
You have robbed our homes and fortunes even drove us from our land   
  
You tried to break our spirit but you'll never understand   
  
The love of dear old Ireland that will forge and iron will   
  
As long as there are gallant men like young Ned of the hill   
 
 
  
Chorus 2   
 
 
  
Inst 3 |Am Em |Am Em |Am Em|Am |Am Em |C G|Am Em |Am Em Am||   
  
||:Am Em |Am Em |Am Em|Am |Am Em |C G|Am Em |Am Em Am:||   
 
 
  
Chorus 3   
 
 
  
Outro |Am Em |Am Em Am|Am Em |Am Em Am||