The Pogues - Young Ned of the Hill

      
 
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 #***Young Ned Of The Hill - Terry Woods/Ron Kavana
 #from the album "Peace And Love"
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 #Comments, corrections etc. welcome. Par Svensson, t89par@tdb.uu.se
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 #Young Ned Of The Hill - as perfomed by The Pogues
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 #Riff #2:
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 #Play it: #1 #1 #2 #1 #1 #2 etc.
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 #Have you ever walked the lonesome hills
 #And heard the curlews cry
 #And seen the raven black as night
 #Upon the windswept sky
 #To walk the purple heather
 #And hear the westwind cry
 #To know that's where the rapparee must die
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 #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
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 #Chorus:
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 #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 Connought" 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 known in song and story
 #His deeds are legend still
 #And murdered for blood money
 #Was young Ned of the hill
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 #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 an iron will
 #As long as there are gallant men
 #Like young Ned of the hill
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 #***Version 2*** by Kristoffer Ekman
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 #Capo 3rd fret
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 #Intro ||:Am Em |Am Em |Am Em |Am |Am Em |C G|Am Em |Am Em Am:||
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          Am              Em                 Am                Em 
 Have you ever walked the lonesome hills and heard the curlews cry
    Am             Em              Am                 
 Or seen the raven black as night upon a windswept sky
    Am              Em          C                 G  
 To walk the purple heather and hear the westwind cry
 Am Em Am|Em Am ||
 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
 
 Inst 2 |Am Em|Am Em Am||
 
 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||