The Connaught Rangers Cifras

[Verse 1]
 
G                                     C                      G
In our army we're the best, from the north, south, east or west.
                                     D7
The best of boys are following the drum.
        G                          C             G
We are mighty hard to bate, I may say without concate,
                      D7
Faith the enemy are welcome when they come.
         C                                   G
Be they Russians, French or Dutch, sure it doesn't matter much,
           C                 G               D7
We're the boys to give them sugar in their tay
     G                                 C                D7
For we're the Connaught Rangers, the lads to face all dangers,
          G                  D7               G
Faugh-a-ballagh, faugh-a-ballagh. Clear the way!
 
 
[Chorus]
 
G
You may talk about your Guards boys, your Lancers and Hussars, boys
                          D7
Your Fusiliers and Royal Artillery - without the guns!
      G                              C                 D7
The girls, we drive them crazy, the foe we beat them aisy
      C       D7      G           D7             G      D7       G
The Rangers from old Connaught - yaarrrgh - the land across the sea!
 
 
[Verse 4]
 
G                               C                G
T'was Bonaparte who said as the Frenchmen on he led
                                               D7
"Marshall Soult, are them the Rangers, do you know?"
                G                    C                              G
"Faith", says Soult, "There's no mistake, to our heels we'd better take.
              D7
I think it's time for you and I to go!"
              C                                                 G
When the colleens hear their step, it makes their hearts to leap.
          C              G                  D7
"Arragh, jewels will ye whist to 'Patrick's Day'?"
     G                                 C                D7
For they are the Connaught Rangers, the boys that fear no dangers
         G                  D7               G
And they're the lads that always take the sway.
 
 
[Chorus]
 
G
You may talk about your Guards boys, your Lancers and Hussars, boys
                          D7
Your Fusiliers and Royal Artillery - without the guns!
      G                              C                 D7
The girls, we drive them crazy, the foe we beat them aisy
      C       D7      G           D7             G      D7       G
The Rangers from old Connaught - yaarrrgh - the land across the sea!
 
 
[Verse 5]
 
G                         C                              G
Now you haven't far to search for the lads who best can march,
                                       D7
The lads that never fear the longest day.
             G                    C                   G
Faith you easily will know, their dashing step will show
              D7
'Tis the Connaught boys who always lead the way.
         C                                            G
If me words perhaps ye doubt, come and join 'em on a route.
          C              G                  D7
I'm thinking you'll not find it quite a treat;
        G               C                              D7
You'll see them in the van, you may catch them if you can.
             G               D7               G
Faith you'll have to travel fast or you'll be late.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AkOZjp6hleU
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