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
