Twenty Men From Dublin march

This is a march not a barndance.
Learnt from the playing of the Gallowglass Ceili Band.

Twenty men from Dublin Town,
Riding on the mountain side,
Fearless of the Saxon frown,
Twenty brothers true and tried.
Blood flows in the city streets,
There the green is lying low,
Here the emerald standard greets
Eyes alike of friend and foe.

CHORUS:
Fly the city, brothers tried,
Join us on the mountain side;
Where we’ve England’s power defied
Twenty men from Dublin town.

Twenty men from Dublin town,
Full of love and full of hate
Oh! our chief, our Tone, is down,
Hand of God, avenge his fate.
Joy is where’er we meet
Redcoats on the mountain track
Ah! as deer they must be fleet
If they get to Dublin back.

CHORUS

Twenty men from Dublin town,
Every night around the fire
Brimming methers toss we down
To our Captain, Michael Dwyer.
Sláinte, Michael, brave and true,
Then there rings the wild ‘Hurrah!’
As we drink dear land to you,
Eire, sláinte geal go bráth.

CHORUS

X: 2
T: Twenty Men From Dublin Town
M: 4/4
L: 1/8
R: march
K: Gmaj
|: D3 E D2 G | B3 A G4 | E3 F AGFE | D8 |
D3 E D2 G | B3 A G4 | A3 B cAFD |[1 G8 :|[2 G4- GD G/A/B ||
|: c2 B2 A2 D2 | B3 A G4 | E3 F AGFE | D8 |
D3 E D2 G | B3 A G4 | A3 B dcAF | G8 :|

X: 3
T: Twenty Men From Dublin Town
M: 4/4
L: 1/8
R: march
K: Dmaj
|: FG |\
A3 B A2 d2 | f3 e d3 A | B2 cd edcB | A4- AE E/F/G |
A2 AB ADFA | f>gfe d4 | e3 f agec | d6 :|
|: d/e/f |\
g3 f e2 A2 | a3 g f2 d2 | B2 B/c/d edcB | A6 E/F/G |
A2 AB AFAd | f3 e d3 d | e2 ef g/f/e cA | d6 :|