Verse: 1 
     C                  Am             F               C 
The cold winds from the mountains, are calling soft to me, 
    G                Em              Am     G7 
The smell of scented heather, brings bitter memories, 
    G               Em        Am            G7 
The wild and lonely eagle, up in the summer sky, 
      Am            F                            C 
Flies high or Shannagolden, where my young Willy lies 

Verse: 2 
   C            Am          F                  C 
Do you remember darling, we walked the moonlit road, 
  G              Em             Am            G7 
I held you in my arms then, I'd never let you go, 
    G               Em               Am                    G7 
Our hands they were entwined my love all in the pale moonlight, 
       Am             F                            C 
By the fields of Shanagolden, on a lonely winter's night. 

Verse: 3 
     C                Am                 F                C 
Then came the call to arms love, and the hills they were aflamed, 
     G               Em             Am              G7 
Down from the silent mountains, the Saxon strangers came, 
   G             Em            Am                    G7 
I held you in my arms then, my young heart wild with fear, 
       Am             F                                 C 
By the fields of Shanagolden, in the spring time of the year. 

Verse: 3 
        C                   Am         F                    C 
And you fought them darling Willy, all through those summer days, 
  G                Em             Am             G7 
I heard the rifles firing, in the mountains far away, 
  G              Em              Am                 G7 
I held you in my arms then, your blood ran free and bright, 
    Am               F                           C 
And you died in Shanagolden on a lonely winter's night. 

Verse: 4 
       C             Am                   F                  C 
Oh but that was long ago my love, and our son grows fine and tall, 
    G                 Em               Am              G7 
The hills they are at peace again, the Saxon strangers gone, 
        G             Em                     Am              G7 
There's roses on your grave my love, there's an eagle in the sky, 
       Am           F                            C 
Flying high or Shanagolden, where my young Willy died. 

Verse: 1 
     C                  Am             F               C 
The cold winds from the mountains, are calling soft to me, 
    G                Em              Am     G7 
The smell of scented heather, brings bitter memories, 
    G               Em        Am            G7 
The wild and lonely eagle, up in the summer sky, 
      Am            F                            C 
Flies high or Shannagolden, where my young Willy lies