Cm Gm Have you ever walked the lonesome hills Cm Gm And heard the curlews cry Cm Gm Or seen the raven black as night Cm Upon a windswept sky Cm To walk the purple heather Gm And hear the westwind cry Cm Gm Cm To know that's where the rapparee must die Cm Gm Since Cromwell pushed us westward Cm Gm To live our lowly lives Cm Gm There's some of us have deemed to fight Cm From Tipperary mountains high Gm Noble men with wills of iron D# A# Who are not afraid to die Cm Gm Cm Who'll fight with gaelic honour held on high Chorus: Cm Gm A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell Cm Gm You who raped our Motherland Cm Gm I hope you're rotting down in hell Cm For the horrors that you sent Gm To our misfortunate forefathers D# A# Whom you robbed of their birthright Cm Gm Cm "To hell or Connaught" may you burn in hell tonight Of one such man I'd like to speak A rapparee by name and deed His family dispossessed and slaughtered Put a price upon his head His name is known in song and story And his deeds are legends still And murdered for blood money Was young Ned of the hill Well, you've 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 Chorus | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA# Cm D# Gm |