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Have you ever walked the lonesome hills and heard the curlews cry
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Or seen the raven black as night u pon a windswept sky
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To walk the purple heather and hear the westwind cry
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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|
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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||
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Chorus 3
Outro |Am Em |Am Em Am|Am Em |Am Em Am||
