Biography:
The Wolfe Tones is an Irish rebel music band that incorporates elements of Irish traditional music. Formed in 1963, their most recognizable line-up that lasted for nearly 37 years until January 2001 was brothers Brian Warfield and Derek Warfield, and Noel Nagle, and Tommy Byrne. The band take its name from the Irish rebel and patriot Theobald Wolfe Tone, one of the leaders of the Irish Rebellion of 1798, with the double entendre of a wolf tone – a spurious sound that can affect instruments of the violin family.
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Four years of hard work!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
THE RIFLES OF THE IRA - Wolfe Tones
Chords:
G: 320033
C: x32010
D: xx0232
Em: 022000
In [G] nineteen hundred and sixteen,
The [C] Forces [D] of the [G] Crown,
To Capture Orange, [Em] White and Green,
Bom[D]barded Dublin [G] Town,
But in twenty one, [Em] Britannia's huns,
Were [D] forced to earn their [G] pay,
When the Black and Tans, Like lightning ran
From the [C] rifles of the [D] IR[G]A
They [G] burned their way through Munster
and Laid [C] Leinster [D] on the [G] rack,
Through Connaught and in [Em] Ulster,
Marched the men [D] in brown and [G] black,
They shot down wives and [Em] child-er-en,
In their [D] own heroic [G] way,
And the Black and Tans, Like lightning ran
From the [C] rifles of the [D] IR[G]A
They hanged young Kevin Barry high,
A [C] lad of [D] eighteen [G] years,
Cork City’s flames lit [Em] up the sky,
But our [D] brave boys new no [G] fear.
The Cork Brigade with [Em] hand grenade
In am[D]bush waiting lay[G],
And the Black and Tans, Like lightning ran
From the [C] rifles of the [D] IR[G]A
The [G] tans were got, taken out and shot
By the [C] brave and [D] the valiant few, [G]
Sean Treacy, Denny, [Em] Lacey,
And Tom Barr[D]y’s Gallant crew, [G]
Though we’re not free ye[Em]t, we won’t forget
Un[D]til our dying [G] day
How the Black and Tans, Like lightning ran
From the [C] rifles of the [D] IR[G]A
Chords:
G: 320033
C: x32010
D: xx0232
Em: 022000
In [G] nineteen hundred and sixteen,
The [C] Forces [D] of the [G] Crown,
To Capture Orange, [Em] White and Green,
Bom[D]barded Dublin [G] Town,
But in twenty one, [Em] Britannia's huns,
Were [D] forced to earn their [G] pay,
When the Black and Tans, Like lightning ran
From the [C] rifles of the [D] IR[G]A
They [G] burned their way through Munster
and Laid [C] Leinster [D] on the [G] rack,
Through Connaught and in [Em] Ulster,
Marched the men [D] in brown and [G] black,
They shot down wives and [Em] child-er-en,
In their [D] own heroic [G] way,
And the Black and Tans, Like lightning ran
From the [C] rifles of the [D] IR[G]A
They hanged young Kevin Barry high,
A [C] lad of [D] eighteen [G] years,
Cork City’s flames lit [Em] up the sky,
But our [D] brave boys new no [G] fear.
The Cork Brigade with [Em] hand grenade
In am[D]bush waiting lay[G],
And the Black and Tans, Like lightning ran
From the [C] rifles of the [D] IR[G]A
The [G] tans were got, taken out and shot
By the [C] brave and [D] the valiant few, [G]
Sean Treacy, Denny, [Em] Lacey,
And Tom Barr[D]y’s Gallant crew, [G]
Though we’re not free ye[Em]t, we won’t forget
Un[D]til our dying [G] day
How the Black and Tans, Like lightning ran
From the [C] rifles of the [D] IR[G]A
