The lily and the poppy

 

    C - D - Em - C - D - G

 

              G           D       Em                     C                       D

1. They say the Easter Lily blooms no more, no more in Erin,

                  G       D          Em                          Am                   D

    now the Irish dance to different tunes and scorn the lily's wearin'.

                    G            D          Em                        C                          D

    While in Flanders Field the poppies grow in bright blood red perfusion,

         G            D           Em                   - C                                       D

    a badge of pride no more, no more,      a badge of shame and treason.

 

C  D           G Em    - C           D                 G

Ireland, oh Ireland,       what have you become ?

       C  D             GEm                    C    D     G                 + C - D - G

Oh, Ireland, oh, Ireland, they were all your sons.

 

       G          D       Em                  C              D

2. Freedom is a fragile flower, a poppy or a lily,

      G                  D             Em                              Am                   D

    withered by dreams too soon turn sour, in this land of empty bellies.

                     G                D           Em                       

    So once more, once more, our wild geese flew

           C                        D

    to freedom's false horizon,

                    G          D    Em            - C                                           D

 to seek an ageold Irish rendezvous      with suffering, grief and mourning.

 

+ CHORUS     + C - D - G

 

     G             D          Em                          C                           D

3. Far from here the wild geese fly past hate and love and caring,

          G               D             Em                       Am                      D

    in countless graves they nameless lie, the long lost sons of Erin.

             G            D             Em                                 C                        D

    The passing years shall not condemn those who lie beneath the poppy,

              G           D                 Em              - C                                     D

  when from the same green slender stem      there grew an Easter Lily.

 

+ CHORUS   +  verse 2 & CHORUS as instrumental …

 

    (Eric Bogle)