AChairde,

I was told about this website http://www.gaeltones.com and I got this info:

All the best,

Matt Kavanah
Boston
Tiocfaidh ar La!

Eire Og Nov 2006 Thursday Nov 16 th The Sons of Erin Club Rte 28 Yarmouth MA Friday Nov 17 th Second St Irish Society Philadelphia. PA Sat Nov 18th Maggie Maes Sunnyside Queens N.Y Sunday Nov 19th The Heritage Yonkers N Y Tues Nov 21st Rocky Sullivans Manhattan NYC (Join Eire Og Live After The Celtic v Man U Game for The Craic)http://www.gaeltones.com/links.htm Wed Nov 22nd Maggie Maes Sunnyside Queens NYC (second show by popular demand ) BIG pre Thanksgiving Party Friday Nov 24th The Green Brier Brighton MA Sat Nov 25th The Banshee Dorchester MA Sun Nov 26th The Tara Pub Dorchester MA

Achara,

I got this from the Erin Go Bragh rebel chords site and, for the most part, it's what I use. I will play a G then a G7 then a C and a C7 (I think...no classical training here!)...but it seems to spice it up and it works for me. Give it a try and I wish you all the best with it.

By the way, as I'm sure you know, Gary Og's tour right now (at least down in Australia) is called the No Time For Love tour and Gary does a version of this song that's 100% magic!

All the best,

Matt Kavanah




NO TIME FOR LOVE

Jack Warshaw





[G] You call it the law, we call it apartheid, internment, conscription, partition and silence.

It's the law that they make to keep you and me where they think we [D] belong.

They hide behind [G] steel and bullet-proof glass, machine guns and spies,

And tell us who suffer the tear gas and the torture that we're in the [D] wrong.



[chorus]

[C] No time for love if they [G] come in the morning,

No [D] time to show tears or for [G] fears in the morning,

No [C] time for goodbye, no [G] time to ask why,

And the sound of the [D] si[C]ren's the cry of the [G] morning.



They suffered the torture they rotted in cells, went crazy, wrote letters and died.

The limits of pain they endured - the loneliness got them instead.

And the courts gave them justice as justice is given by well-mannered thugs.

Sometimes they fought for the will to survive but more times they just wished they were dead.



They took away Sacco, Vanzetti, Connolly and Pearce in their time.

They came for Newton and Seal, Bobby Sands and some of his friends.

In Boston, Chicago, Saigon, Santiago, Warsaw and Belfast,

And places that never make headlines, the list never ends.



The boys in blue are only a few of the everyday cops on the beat,

The C.I.D., Branchmen, informers and spies do their jobs just as well;

Behind them the men who tap phones, take photos, program computers and files,

And the man who tells them when to come and take you to your cell.



All of you people who give to your sisters and brothers the will to fight on,

They say you can get used to a war, that doesn't mean that the war isn't on.

The fish need the sea to survive, just like your people need you.

And the death squad can only get through to them if first they can get through to you.

I like the sound of this...

Fields of Athenry
Christy Moore
By the l[G]onely prison wall. I
h[C]eard a young girl c[G]all[D7]ing.
M[G]ichael, they are t[C]aking you a[D7]way, for you
[G]stole Trevelyn's c[C]orn. So the y[G]oung might see the [D7]morn.
[D7]Now a prisonship lies waiting in the [G]bay.

Chorus:
[G]Low l[C]ie, the F[G]ields of A[Em]thenry, where
[G]once we watched the small free birds [D7]fly. Our
[G]love was on the w[C]ing, we had d[G]reams and songs to s[D7]ing.
It's so [D7]lonely 'round the fields of Athen[G]ry.

By a lonely prison wallI heard a young man calling.Nothing matters Mary when you're free,
Against the Famine and the CrownI rebelled, they ran me down.Now you must raise our child with dignity.
Chorus!
By a lonely harbour wallShe watched the last star falling.And that prison ship sailed out against the sky.Sure she'll wait and hope and pray,for her love in Botany Bay.It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry

AChairde,

I was just listening to Sean Brady's Maggie Thatcher Song.
Can anyone add in the chords for this song?

Please and thank you,

Matt Kavanah
Boston, MA

Tiocfaidh ar La


The Thatcher Song

Words & Trad arr Music Copyright Sean Brady (Bradys Music Publishing 1983)


Maggie Thatcher you can't match her she's the darling of us all

She's the curse of the Irish Nation Fine Gael and Fianna Fail

She's destroyed me hire purchase and she's put me on the dole

If I could only get my hands on her I'd kick her up the-----



Good onya Mrs Thatcher you're the cutest girl of all

such a biddy fine and buxom sure the likes you'll not recall

when she holds negotiations things they always reach a hitch

she's the world in ruination such a schemer the old--------



Good onya Mrs Thatcher no one in this world can match her

but she's trying to take the vote away from the paddies once again**

we're not worried 'bout your English vote nor your politicians gas

you can keep them Mrs Thatcher you can shove them up your----



Help us Mrs Thatcher with the prices rising high

and the work is getting awful scarce paddy's losing that's no lie

now you say that you don't want us that we've stayed here long enough

(now you say that you don't want us that we're really out of luck

but if I were a taxidermist I would tell you to get -------



Fair play Mrs Thatcher sure you know a trick or two

and each time you come to Dublin well we know just what you'll do

you'll dress up in your finery and preach with all your might

but all of your fancy promise's are just a load of-----



We love you Mrs Thatcher like your old man loves his brew

such a lad your husband Denis when he's had a sup or two

sure he'll take a pint of porter and a glass of Irish mist

and because he faces you each night no wonder he gets------



Thatcher you can't match her she's the darling of us all

She's the curse of the Irish Nation Fine Gael and Fianna Fail

AChairde,

I was wondering if everyone might be willing to share the chords they use to play The Fields of Athenry?

All the best,

Matt Kavanah

AChairde,

Does anyone have the lyrics/chords for Pangur Ban's song Holy Ground?

It's a marvelous and powerful song!

Hopefully someone here can help.

All the best now folks,


Matt Kavanah
[email protected]

Achara,

These chords are from the Erin Go Bragh rebel chords website...good luck.

All the best,

Matt Kavanah


SONG FOR MARCELLA

(Bik Mc Farlane)

[G] Doesn�t [D] seem quite so [Em] long ago,

The [C] last time that I [D] saw you,

[G] Ain�t it [D] funny how the [Em] memories grow,

[C] Seems they always fold [D] around you,

[G] They tried to [D] break you in a [Em] living hell,

[C] But they couldn�t [D] find a way,

[G] So they [D] killed you in a [Em] H-Block cell,

And [C] hoped that all would [D] turn away,

[G] They thought your [D] spirit couldn�t [Em] rise again

[C] But it dared to prove [D] them wrong,

[G] And in [D] death you tore [Em] away the chains,

And [C] let the world hear [D] Freedom�s Song

Yet the [Em] heartache and [D] pain linger [G] on [Em],

They�re still [C] here though its so long since you have [D] gone,

[G] But we�re stronger [Em] now [G] you showed us [D] how,

[C] How freedom [D] fight can be [G] won [D]...[C] [D] [G]



I wish there was an easy road to chose,

To bring the heartache to an end,

But easy roads are always sure to lose,

I�ve seen that time and time again,

If you can stand by me like yesterday,

I�ll find the strength to carry on,

So let your spirit shine along the way,

And our day will surely come

Yet the heartache and pain linger on,

They�re still here though its so long since you have gone,

But we�re stronger now you showed us how,

How freedom fight can be won, if we all stand as one

Anyone....anyone have the lyrics/chords for Monsters, Devils and Strangers? It's a great song and I'd love to be able to play it...

All the best folks,

Matt Kavanah

AChairde, does anyone have the chords for this song?

Freedom's Sons.

Chorus
They were the men with the vision the men with the cause
The men who defied their oppressors laws
The men who traded their chains for guns
Born into slavery they were freedoms sons

At Easter time 1916
When flowers bloomed and leaves were green
There dawned a day when freedoms cry
Called on brave men come fight or die

Chorus

In Dublin town they fought and died
With Pearse McDermott and McBride
Ourselves alone their battle cry
And freedom rang through that Easter sky

Chorus

A poets dream had sparked that flame
A raging fire it soon became
And from that fire of destiny
Arose a nation proud and free

Chorus

Six counties are in bondage still
They died brave men was this their will
Until we�re free and oppression ceased
Only then brave men shall sleep in peace


Thanks everyone

Achara,

I'm glad to hear the night was brilliant! I wish I was there! Any chance you got any audio or video clips for those rebels across the pond?

All the best,

Matt Kavanah
Boston, MA

Achara,

I actually have two suggestions for you:

1) Gary's website...http://www.theexilesband.com

2) http://www.gigguide.co.uk

I hope this helps.

All the best,

Matt Kavanah

Derrylad Achara,

Any chance you have any audio or video clips from the night?

All the best,

Matt Kavanah

Hello arty :-)

Welcome mucker!

Slan,

Matt Kavanah

Eamonn Achara,

I found these chords on the internet and they work fine for me. Work out your own strumming pattern to fit the tune if ye can and as always play around with the capo.

All the best,

Matt Kavanah

Intro: C D C D


C D C D

In Glenravel's Glen there lives a man whom some would call a god

C D C G

For he could cure your shakes with a bottle of his stuff would cost you thirty bob

D C D

Come winter, summer, frost all over, a jiggin' Spring on the breeze

G C G D

In the dead of night a man steps by, "McIlhatton, if you please"


CHORUS

G F C G

McIlhatton you blurt we need you, cry a million shaking men

G C G F

Where are your sacks of barley, will your likes be seen again?

G C G C

Heres a jig to the man and a reel to the drop and a swing to the girl he loves

G D C D

May your fiddle play and poit�n cure your company up above



Theres a wisp of smoke to the south of the Glen and the poit�n is on the air

The birds in the burrows and the rabbits in the sky and there's drunkards everywhere

At Skerries Rock the fox is out and begod he's chasing the hounds

And the only thing in decent shape is buried beneath the ground


CHORUS


At McIlhatton's house the fairies are out and dancing on the hobs

The goat's collapsed and the dog has run away and there's salmon down the bogs

He has a million gallons of wash and the peelers are on the Glen

But they'll never catch that hackler cos he's not comin' home again


CHORUS X 2

AChairde,

Would someone please add in the chords for this song...

All the best,

Matt Kavanah

Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Russian Roulette
Moving Hearts


They dropped the bomb in '45 to end the world war,
No-one had ever seen such a terrible sight before,
The world looked on with eyes wide to see where it might lead,
The politics of power, they passed around to see,
It was a time to remember, we never can forget,
They were playin' Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Russian Roulette.

They arose like the saviours of our modern human race,
With radiation haloes, that hung about their face,
With the key to the sure-cure, the treatment of our ills,
A hot-shot of cobalt, and a pocket-full of pills,
Speaking always of the enemy, who lurked across the sea,
While they crept in among us like a carrier disease.

Deep down inside the bunkers of the concrete and the lead,
Einstein's disciples working steadily ahead,
Making heavy metal power-plants to fire the city lights,
All you can hear in the underground is the humming through the night,
And the walls of tight security, circle all around,
Where they spill out their poison and bury it in the ground.

Holed up in the harbours hidden secretly away,
War-heads and submarines await to make their play,
The military masterminds improve on their design,
The soldiers get all doped up and stumble through the lines,
While the spills into the rivers get carried out by the tide,
They call this security but we're not satisfied.

Our statesmen and leaders and politicians pay,
Quick to heed the hand that feeds, they're careful what they say,
They call out experts to assure us, to wave their magic wands,
This is the power of the future, And the future marches on,
And they call in their favours, all their political gains,
While the spills fill the rivers and settle in the plains.

They've caused the death of millions, that's their stock and trade,
They will be afflicted by the fallout that they've made,
They've sealed their own inevitable doom, it must surely come,
Not even the moons of Jupiter will be far enough away to run,
When this earth that they've assaulted, begins to turn around,
And the unavoidable gravity, sucks them to the ground.

I know the minds behind them, they are riddled full of holes,
Not to be trusted with their hands at the controls,
Their eyesight it is twisted by the glory of their careers,
The heaped praise and flattery is music to their ears,
To listen to them talk about how it hasn't happened,
Yet's like playing Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Russian Roulette.

Anyone? Chords?

AChairde,

Does anyone have either the lyrics or guitar chords for the song Monsters, Devils and Strangers?

All the best,

Matt Kavanah

Kevin Achara,

I could be wrong but I don't think they have a website. Most of the rebel bands that I know of that have websites have links to other bands' sites (Padraig Mor, Shebeen, Gary Og and the Exiles, Mise Eire, Meon Na Saoirse, CATB etc) but I've never seen anything for Foggy Dew.

All the best,

Matt Kavanah

AChairde,

Could anyone please add in the chords for this song...much appreciated!

Ballad Of Bobby Sands (as sung by the Dublin City Ramblers)

Come gather round me one and all
My song to you I'll sing,
In memory of a brave young Irishman,
Who would not concede defeat,
From his stand would not retreat.
I sing of the gallant Bobby Sands,
Bobby Sands.
Yes I sing of the late great Bobby Sands.

He organised the hunger strike
To win and change, reform,
To stop the evil tyrants in their craze,
To regain the five demands
He took his young life in his hands
For the betterment of comrades in Armagh
And in the Maze
Armagh and the H-Blocks of the Maze.

They tried to break your spirit
But no way could they succeed,
The phoenix in your heart they tried to quell
With their beatings, degradation,
All in vain to their frustration,
For the more they tried, the more you would rebel
You would rebel,
With dignity your principle did swell.

But freedom was to come to you
On a rain soaked Tuesday morn
From the heavens tears of patriots were shed
With the joy that you are free
To walk with Tone and Connolly,
Forever live the name of Bobby Sands
We shall endear
Your name, to foe shall always threaten fear.


Thanks everyone.

All the best,

Matt Kavanah
So to all you people
My song to you I've sung
In memory of a brave young Belfast man
Who would not concede defeat,
From his stand would not retreat.
I sing of the gallant Bobby Sands,
Bobby Sands.
Yes I sing of the late great Bobby Sands.

That was me :-)

Hahaha achara you beat me to this!

I was gonna ask if anyone has either the lyrics and/or chords to this tune?

Slan,

Matt Kavanah

Charlie Achara, welcome to the board!

I've checked out that website; it's very informative and disturbing - as the truth often is.

David Rupert is filth...sadly, his ilk are nothing new. Touts, informers, supergrasses, spies, traitors and bastards all.

Michael McKevitt is a political prisoner and whatever your politics may be he deserves the support and recogntion of Irish Republicans.

All the best to you,

Matt Kavanah

Welcome to the forum achara. As Patsy said, "let the fight go on."

All the best to you,

Matt Kavanah

Welcome to the forum achara. I'm sure you'll enjoy this board and the people here.

All the best to you,

Matt Kavanah

Gary Achara,

Any thoughts on the track list for The Exiles debut album?

All the best to you,

Matt Kavanah