Irish Songs With Easy Chords & Lyrics
The Legend
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I | went to see a | legend | just the | other | night |
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At the Yankee | Stadium, | underneath the | light. |
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I | heard a man | speaking after | years and | years in | jail. |
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His name it was Man | dela and he | came to | tell his | tale. |
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The | crowd they cheered him | loudly, ah, but | then the | silence | fell |
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As he | spoke about the | hard years in a | South African | cell. |
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And | though he was | free, his | heart was | feelin' the | pain, |
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For his country and his | people were | still a part | of that | shame. |
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He | said he hoped that we would | join him and | walk down | freedom's | path, |
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And | these roads would be the | hardest, oh, but | they would be the | last. |
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And to | join our hands to | gether so that | we might | be as | one, |
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And to bring ourselves | to the cause so his | battle | could be | won. |
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I went | home to bed that | evening, went to | sleep and I | had a | dream. |
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I was | standing in the | pouring rain, in an | Irish field of | green. |
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And | all around the | headstones were the | martyrs | of the | past. |
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I stood there in | silence, and they | spoke to | me at | last. |
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"Kevin | Barry is my | name, and I | died | in a | cell. |
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They | wanted the names of my | comrades, oh, but this | I would not | tell." |
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"And | I am Roger | Casement. I was | shot in | London | town |
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For bringing German | rifles to the | lonely | Banna | Strand." |
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"James | Connolly is my | name. The working | people | are my | life. |
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When they shot me | down in Kil | mainham Jail with | strife." |
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"And | I am Padraic | Pearse. I was | shot down | by the | foe. |
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I read the procla | mation at the | steps of the | GP | O." |
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And the | last voice that I | heard says, "My | name is | Bobby | Sands, |
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And it's | good to hear Man | dela's words a- | ringin' through the | land. |
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"I | want to hear them in | Belfast, in | Derry and | Ty | rone. |
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Maybe then those English | soldiers will know it's | time | to go | home." |
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I | woke up in the | morning. I re | membered | them | all. |
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And | who would be | lieve that they'd | knocked down the Berlin | Wall? |
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And | I said "Man | dela, could | this | really | be? |
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Maybe now we will see | Ireland reu | nited | and | free. |
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Maybe now we will see | Ireland reu | nited | and | free." |
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