G   C D
G   C D
G   C D
G   C D

[Verse]
    G             D        C             D
Oft of a pleasant morning, sunshine all adorning
                    C                              D
I heard a horn give warning with the birds' mellow call
G              D        C                 D
Badgers flee before us, woodcocks startle o'er us
                  C                       D
Guns in a ringing chorus, amid the echoes all

[Verse]
                                   C
The fox runs high and higher, horsemen shouting nigher
    G                D      C                  D
The maid in mourning by her geese that are all gone
G                 D          C                D
Now they fell the wildwoods, farewell home of childhood
                     C                     D
Oh, Sean o Duibhir a'ghleanna, your day is o'er

[Verse]
       G            D       C               D
For it is my sorrow sorest, woe the falling forest
    G                    D            C               D
The north wind brings me no rest, and death is in the sky
   G                   D        C              D
My faithful hound tied tightly, never sporting brightly
                             C                             D
Who would make a child laugh lightly with the tears in his eye

[Verse]
                                 C
The antlered, noble-hearted stags are never parted
  G              D       C               D
Never chased nor started from the whinny hills
       G                  D            C                     D
Oh, if peace came but the small way, I would journey down on Galway
                          C                      D
And leave, though not for always, my Erin of the hills

[Instrumental]
G   C D
G   C D
G   C D
G   C D

[Verse]
   G       D            C               D
My woe and ruin through sinless death undoing
                              C             D
Came not o'er the strewing of all my bright hopes
    G            D                C                  D
How oft on sunny morning, I would watch the spring returning
                      C                               D
The autumn leaves are falling and the dew on woodland slopes

[Verse]
                              C
Now my land is a-plunder, far my friends asunder
G              D     C                 D
I must hide me under branch or bramble screen
       G             D           C                    D
And if soon I cannot save me, by flight from foes who crave me
                       C                           D
Then, Sean o Duibhir a'ghleanna, death will come between