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Young Ned Of The Hill by The Pogues




                   Young Ned Of The Hill




 


Riff #1:
e ---------------------------------------------------------8-8-6----|
B -----------6-------------------------------6-----6---6-8-------8--|
G -----5-7-8---7-------5-7-5-----------5-7-8---7-8---8--------------|
D -5-8-----------8-5-8-------8-5---5-8------------------------------|
A -------------------------------8----------------------------------|
E ------------------------------------------------------------------|


  -----8-8-6--------------------------------------------------------|
  -6-8-------8---------6---------------------6-----------8-6--------|
  -------------5-5-7-8---8-7-5-7-------5-7-8---7-------5-----7---5--|
  -------------------------------8-5-8-----------8-5-8---------8----|
  ------------------------------------------------------------------|
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Riff #2:
e ----------------------------------------|
B ----------------------------------------|
G ---------------------5------------------|
D -8-5-------------------8-5--------------|
A -----8-6---6-8---6-8-------8-6---6-8----|
E ---------8-----8---------------8-----8--|


Play it: #1 #1 #2 #1 #1 #2 etc.

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

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

Chorus:

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


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

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









Riff #1:
e ---------------------------------------------------------8-8-6----|
B -----------6-------------------------------6-----6---6-8-------8--|
G -----5-7-8---7-------5-7-5-----------5-7-8---7-8---8--------------|
D -5-8-----------8-5-8-------8-5---5-8------------------------------|
A -------------------------------8----------------------------------|
E ------------------------------------------------------------------|


  -----8-8-6--------------------------------------------------------|
  -6-8-------8---------6---------------------6-----------8-6--------|
  -------------5-5-7-8---8-7-5-7-------5-7-8---7-------5-----7---5--|
  -------------------------------8-5-8-----------8-5-8---------8----|
  ------------------------------------------------------------------|
  ------------------------------------------------------------------|

Riff #2:
e ----------------------------------------|
B ----------------------------------------|
G ---------------------5------------------|
D -8-5-------------------8-5--------------|
A -----8-6---6-8---6-8-------8-6---6-8----|
E ---------8-----8---------------8-----8--|


Play it: #1 #1 #2 #1 #1 #2 etc.

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

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

Chorus:

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


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

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 3







Capo 3rd fret

Intro	||:Am Em |Am Em	|Am Em |Am    |Am Em |C    G|Am Em |Am   Em   Am:||

	 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||










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