1 Oct 2025

Daoiri Farrell - The Shady Woods Of Truagh

 Here's a fine recording of Daoiri singing The Shady Woods Of Truagh.


Lyrics and chords:

As intro and accompaniment of the first verse Daoiri only uses 2 chords. I'm not sure of the names of the chords, I call them D7  (7,10,0,0) and Bm7 (7,9,0,0)

{t:The Shady Woods Of Truagh}

{st:Daoiri Farrell}

Intro:[D7no3][Bm7no5]



Out [D7]from the shady [Bm7]woods of Truagh

Mac[D7]Kenna rides at [Bm7]noon

And the [D7]sun shone brightly

[Bm7]Not a cloud dark [D7]in the sky of [Bm]June

[D7]No eye had he for [Bm7]nature’s charms

[D7]They don’t deny his [Bm7]brain

As by [D7]flowery vales he [Bm]makes his way

And [D7]never draws the [Bm7]reins



Until be[D7]fore him [G]looms the [C]tall grey [G/B]towers

Of [Am]Glaslough [C]Castle [D]Hold [Em7][D/F#]

Which [D]holds a treasure [C]in its [D]walls

[G]More dear to [C]him than [D]gold

For [D]within it dwells his [C]own true [D]love

His [G]dark eyed [C]young [D]Maureen

Who one [D]day he [G]hopes will [C]bless his [G/B]home

In the [Am]woods of [C]Truagh so [D7]green



I have come he cried to see you love

For tomorrow I must go

With my brave Truagh Men to Benburb

For to defend Owen Roe

I have come he cried to see you my love

And to hear your accent sweet

For I might in this battle fall

And never again we'll meet



Go forth my love, my blessing go

And smite that Saxon horde

And when you return

Oh, we will be wed without another word

And with a fond embrace

He's bid her adieu as the evening sun went down

Behind yon western wooded hill

That overlooks Glaslough Town



Oh MacKenna he lightly mounts his steed

At the twilight of the eve

And he heads her over Dasa Hill

And Truagh’s green shady Lee

And that night he leads his gallant men

O’er the dark hills of Tyrone

Where he meets the army of the North

At Benburb on their own



Right well O’Neill was glad to see

These gallant mountaineers

Who kept the Saxon wolves at bay

In Truagh for many years

And right well they fought on Benburb’s Plains

As the English flag went down

And few that night escaped them

Through Carrickfergus Town



Oh and Autumn’s cold was in the air

And berries ripe and red

MacKenna and his fair young bride

In Glaslough Church were wed

And never in her father’s life

A fairer bride was seen

Than McMahon’s only daughter

The dark eyed young Maureen


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I asked chatgpt to write a summary of the lyrics. I was really curious what it might find out. Here it is.


 Plot / Narrative arc
  1. The Journey & Love:
    McKenna rides from the woods of Truagh toward Glaslough to see Maureen. He’s not particularly distracted by the beauty of nature; his focus is on her. Maureen is more precious to him than gold.

  2. War is approaching:
    McKenna reveals he must leave soon. He is joining the “Truaghmen” in a battle at Benburb to defend Owen Roe (a historical figure). He fears he may not return; thus, he wants this last meeting with Maureen, wants to hear her accent, etc.

  3. The Departure:
    They embrace, exchange words of love, and McKenna rides off at dusk as the sun sets, passing through hills and woods on the way to join his comrades.

  4. The Battle:
    McKenna fights alongside O’Neill’s forces at the Battle of Benburb. They succeed, pushing back the English forces (the “Saxon horde”). The victory is celebrated, and the enemy banner is brought down.

  5. Reunion & Marriage:
    In the autumn, after the battle and passing of time, McKenna returns. He and Maureen are married in Glaslough Church. The song ends on a joyful note: love has endured, the hero has returned, and the union is celebrated.


🌲 Imagery & Mood

The song uses richly descriptive and romantic imagery to set both an emotional and physical landscape.

1. Natural Imagery

  • “Shady Woods of Truagh”“hill and hollow”“dewy meadows green”
    → These phrases evoke an almost dreamlike Irish countryside. Nature becomes a backdrop to McKenna’s emotions — beautiful, serene, but also tinged with impending loss as he must leave.

  • The ride through woods at twilight also symbolizes his emotional journey — moving from peace (love) into danger (war).

2. Romantic Imagery

  • Maureen is described with “dark eyes”, her voice is compared to “a thrush’s song”, and her kiss is like “honeycomb”.
    → These tender comparisons elevate Maureen into a symbol of purity, beauty, and homeland — something worth fighting for.

3. Martial Imagery

  • The battle is depicted with “O’Neill’s brigade”“swords and shields”, and “Saxon horde”.
    → There’s a clear contrast between the soft, gentle imagery of love and the hard, aggressive imagery of war. It underscores the sacrifice McKenna is making.

Mood Shifts

  • Opening mood: Gentle, romantic, nostalgic

  • Middle (departure and battle): Somber, brave, determined

  • Ending: Joyful, victorious, celebratory

The mood evolves with McKenna’s personal journey: from love, to separation, to return — mirroring a classic hero’s arc.



⚔️ Historical Background: The Battle of Benburb (1646)

This song doesn’t just tell a personal love story — it’s also rooted in 17th-century Irish history:

Owen Roe O’Neill

  • An Irish general and leader of the Ulster army of the Irish Confederate Catholics during the Wars of the Three Kingdoms.

  • A respected tactician and national figure.

Battle of Benburb (June 1646)

  • Fought between Owen Roe O’Neill’s Confederate Irish forces and a Scottish Covenanter army led by General Monro.

  • O’Neill decisively defeated the Scottish/English forces — a rare and important victory for the Irish at the time.

Why It Matters in the Song

  • McKenna fights for O’Neill and the Irish cause — showing loyalty not only to love, but to homeland and heritage.

  • The return after victory and marriage to Maureen signals hope for a better future, not just personally, but politically. Love and country are intertwined.


🎭 Final Thoughts: Layers of Meaning

  • On the surface: A romantic ballad of love, separation, and joyful reunion.

  • Below the surface: A patriotic ode to Irish resilience, identity, and sacrifice.

It fits well within the Irish ballad tradition — blending historical memory with emotional truth, wrapped in poetic language and melody.


If you find any issues here please comment and I will correct it.