verse 1
C G7 C
Word has come from Dublin City
F
Word has come to our town
C G7 C
Word has come from Dublin City
Am
They tell me bold Brendan is dead
verse 2
C G7 C
Born in 'twentythree in a slum in Dublin
F
With a tenement over his head
C F G7
Born with a spirit his flesh could not contain
C Am
They tell me bold Brendan is dead
verse 3
C F C
He died at the Meath in far off Dublin
G7
In a cold white hospital bed
C F G7
In the Georgian tenements the children hushed their singing
C Am
They know that bold Brendan is dead
verse 4
C F C
No stranger to life, he lived right enough
G7
No stranger to the glass in his hand
C F C
No stranger to the cause he fought all his life
C Am
Yet they tell me bold Brendan is dead
Verse 5
C F C
Ireland has lost her sweet angry singer
G7
No longer his poems of fine design
C F G7
Will ring out in Gaelic or sound through the lanes
C Am
For alas! bold Brendan is dead
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