[Intro]
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[Verse]
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In the town of Athlone there's a young woman walking
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And wrapped around her baby, a shawl, and she speaks
Am C Em
Of the passing of rings to the uniformed soldiers
Am Em Am
The price of a ribbon, their fortune to speak
[Verse]
C Em
Well, their fortune she speaks and she speaks of a river
Am C Em
Whose silvery barrows and moorlands beneath
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Where a gun battle raged and the hero for Ireland
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Would soon lie down dead, dead at her feet
[Verse]
C Em
At the feet of the virgin in the grotto of Annah
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She sings to her baby in the old styles bequeathed
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And she lilts and laments and enchants all in hearing
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With songs of her people and melodies sweet
[Chorus]
Em C G Am
Sweet silvery Nore River is rolling
D Em
Over an Irish soldier's grave
C G Am
And the vestry bells are tolling
C Em Am
Over the ashes of his grave
[Instrumental]
Am Em Dm Am
[Verse]
C Em
In the freeborn land of the travelling people
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Lies Nioclas Mullins, the pride of Cullbawn
Am C Em
Yet unmarked beside him, the bride of his union
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Who carried our music in a black gypsy shawl
[Chorus]
Em C G Am
Sweet silvery Nore River is rolling
D Em
Over an Irish soldier's grave
C G Am
And the vestry bells are tolling
C Em Am
Over the ashes of his grave
[Chorus]
Em C G Am
Sweet silvery Nore River is rolling
D Em
Over an Irish soldier's grave
C G Am
And the vestry bells are tolling
C Em Am
Over the ashes of his grave
C Em Am
Over the ashes of his grave
C Em Am
Over the ashes of his grave