Young Ned Of The Hill Chords & Lyrics Artist: Pogues

Capo: 3rd fret

INTRO
Am  Em  Am  Em  Am
Em  Am  Em  Am
 
VERSE 1
                         Em
Have you ever walked the lonesome hills
    Am                Em
And heard the curlews cry
   Am
Or seen the raven black as night
Am
Upon a windswept sky
Am
To walk the purple heather
                 Em
And hear the westwind cry
Am                       Em        Am
To know that's where the rapparee must die
 
VERSE 2
Am                       Em
Since Cromwell pushed us westward
   Am             Em
To live our lowly lives
                Am                Em
There's some of us have deemed to fight
          Am
From Tipperary mountains high
                        Em
Noble men with wills of iron
            C         G
Who are not afraid to die
       Am                Em          Am
Who'll fight with gaelic honour held on high
 
VERSE 3
Am                      Em
A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell
        Am              Em
You who raped our Motherland
  Am                  Em
I hope you're rotting down in hell
        Am
For the horrors that you sent
                    Em
To our misfortunate forefathers
         C                    G
Whom you robbed of their birthright
                      Am       Em             Am
"To hell or Connaught" may you burn in hell tonight
 
VERSE 4
N.C.                      Em
Of such a man I'd like to speak
  Am                   Em
A rapparee by name and deed
           Am               Em
His family dispossessed and slaughtered
           Am
They put a price upon his head
                             Em
His name is know in song and story
    C                 G
His deeds are legends still
Em  Am                 Em
And murdered for blood money
    Am
Was young Ned of the hill
 
VERSE 5
                              Em
You have robbed our homes and fortunes
     Am                Em
Even drove us from our land
    Am                 Em
You tried to break our spirit
           Am
But you'll never understand
                     Em
The love of dear old Ireland
          C              G
That will forge and iron will
   Am                Em
As long as there are gallant men
     Am
Like young Ned of the hill
 
VERSE 6
Am                      Em
A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell
        Am              Em
You who raped our Motherland
  Am                  Em
I hope you're rotting down in hell
        Am
For the horrors that you sent
                    Em
To our misfortunate forefathers
         C                    G
Whom you robbed of their birthright
                      Am       Em             Am
"To hell or Connaught" may you burn in hell tonight
 
OUTRO
Am  Em Am Em Am Em Am   C G
Am Em Am