Town Of Athlone chords

[INTRO]
[Am] [C] [Em] [Am] [C] [Em]

[VERSE]
In the [Am]town of Athlone there's a [C]young woman [Em]walking
And [Am]wrapped around her baby, a [C]shawl, and she [Em]speaks
Of the [Am]passing of rings to the [C]uniformed [Em]soldiers
The [Am]price of a ribbon, their [Em]fortune to [Am]speak

[VERSE]
Well, their fortune she speaks and she [C]speaks of a [Em]river
Whose [Am]silvery barrows and [C]moorlands be[Em]neath
Where a [Am]gun battle raged and the [C]hero for [Em]Ireland
Would [Am]soon lie down [D7]dead, [Em]dead at her [Am]feet

[VERSE]
At the feet of the virgin in the [C]grotto of [Em]Annah
She [Am]sings to her baby in the [C]old styles be[Em]queathed
And she [Am]lilts and laments and en[C]chants all in [Em]hearing
With [Am]songs of her [D7]people and [Em]melodies [Am]sweet

[CHORUS]
Sweet [Em]silvery [C]Nore [G]River is [Am]rolling
Over an Irish [D]soldier's [Em]grave
And the vestry [C]bel[G]ls are [Am]tolling
Over the [C]ashes [Em]of his [Am]grave

[INSTRUMENTAL]
[Am] [Em] [Dm] [Am]

[VERSE]
In the freeborn land of the [C]travelling [Em]people
Lies [Am]Nioclas Mullins, the [C]pride of Cull[Em]bawn
Yet [Am]unmarked beside him, the [C]bride of his [Em]union
Who [Am]carried our [D7]music in a [Em]black gypsy [Am]shawl

[CHORUS]
Sweet [Em]silvery [C]Nore [G]River is [Am]rolling
Over an Irish [D]soldier's [Em]grave
And the vestry [C]bel[G]ls are [Am]tolling
Over the [C]ashes [Em]of his [Am]grave

[CHORUS]
Sweet [Em]silvery [C]Nore [G]River is [Am]rolling
Over an Irish [D]soldier's [Em]grave
And the vestry [C]bel[G]ls are [Am]tolling
Over the [C]ashes [Em]of his [Am]grave
Over the [C]ashes [Em]of his [Am]grave
Over the [C]ashes [Em]of his [Am]grave