Strophe:
d C d
Do you ask why the beacon and the banner of war
F C B
On the mountains of Ulster are seen from afar.
d C d
Oh this is the signal our rights to secure,
F C B
4Cause we trust in God and in Rory O4More.
For the merciless Scots with their creed and their swords,
With war in their bosoms and peace in their words,
Have sworn the bright light of our faith to obscure,
But we trust in God and in Rory O4More.
Refrain:
F C d
On the green hills of Ulster our banner waves high
B F C
And the beacon of war blows a flame to the sky.
F C d
On the green hills of Ulster that is for sure,
G B C d
We4ll fight for Rory O4More.
Strophe:
Through days and days of war and strife, of hunger and of woe,
We fought the bitter fight of live against the Saxon foe.
Our fairest hopes to burst our chains have died in vain regret,
But still the glorious truth remains - we are not conquered yet!
And if at last our colour should be torn from Erin4s heart,
Her sons with shame and sorrow from the dear old isle will part.
But now the taunt and now the threat let the coward endure,
4Cause we will fight and we will die for Rory O4More.
Refrain:
Strophe:
Oh lives here the traitor who4d shrink from the strife,
To add to the lenght of a forfeited life.
His country, his kindred, his faith would abjure,
We4ll strike for old Ireland and Rory O4More!
An Cat Dubh - Rory OMore Lyrics
An Cat Dubh - Rory OMore Lyrics
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Strophe:
d C d
Do you ask why the beacon and the banner of war
F C B
On the mountains of Ulster are seen from afar.
d C d
Oh this is the signal our rights to secure,
F C B
4Cause we trust in God and in Rory O4More.
For the merciless Scots with their creed and their swords,
With war in their bosoms and peace in their words,
Have sworn the bright light of our faith to obscure,
But we trust in God and in Rory O4More.
Refrain:
F C d
On the green hills of Ulster our banner waves high
B F C
And the beacon of war blows a flame to the sky.
F C d
On the green hills of Ulster that is for sure,
G B C d
We4ll fight for Rory O4More.
Strophe:
Through days and days of war and strife, of hunger and of woe,
We fought the bitter fight of live against the Saxon foe.
Our fairest hopes to burst our chains have died in vain regret,
But still the glorious truth remains - we are not conquered yet!
And if at last our colour should be torn from Erin4s heart,
Her sons with shame and sorrow from the dear old isle will part.
But now the taunt and now the threat let the coward endure,
4Cause we will fight and we will die for Rory O4More.
Refrain:
Strophe:
Oh lives here the traitor who4d shrink from the strife,
To add to the lenght of a forfeited life.
His country, his kindred, his faith would abjure,
We4ll strike for old Ireland and Rory O4More!
d C d
Do you ask why the beacon and the banner of war
F C B
On the mountains of Ulster are seen from afar.
d C d
Oh this is the signal our rights to secure,
F C B
4Cause we trust in God and in Rory O4More.
For the merciless Scots with their creed and their swords,
With war in their bosoms and peace in their words,
Have sworn the bright light of our faith to obscure,
But we trust in God and in Rory O4More.
Refrain:
F C d
On the green hills of Ulster our banner waves high
B F C
And the beacon of war blows a flame to the sky.
F C d
On the green hills of Ulster that is for sure,
G B C d
We4ll fight for Rory O4More.
Strophe:
Through days and days of war and strife, of hunger and of woe,
We fought the bitter fight of live against the Saxon foe.
Our fairest hopes to burst our chains have died in vain regret,
But still the glorious truth remains - we are not conquered yet!
And if at last our colour should be torn from Erin4s heart,
Her sons with shame and sorrow from the dear old isle will part.
But now the taunt and now the threat let the coward endure,
4Cause we will fight and we will die for Rory O4More.
Refrain:
Strophe:
Oh lives here the traitor who4d shrink from the strife,
To add to the lenght of a forfeited life.
His country, his kindred, his faith would abjure,
We4ll strike for old Ireland and Rory O4More!