Tim Leahy


The song refers to the "Black and Tan War" of 1921



You may [Am] sing or [G] speak about [F] Easter [G] week or the heroes of [F] Ninety-[Am] eight

Those Fenian men who [C] roamed the glen for [G] vict'ry or [Am] defeat

Their names on history's [C] page are told, their [G] memories will [E] endure

Not a [Am] song was [G] sung of our [F] darlin [G] sons in the Valley of [F] Knocka[Am]nure.


There was Lyons and Walsh and the Dalton boy, they were young and in their prime

They rambled to a lonely spot where the Black and Tans did hide

The Republic bold they did uphold, tho' outlawed on the moor

And side by side they fought and died in the Valley of Knockanure.


It was on a neighbouring hillside we listened in hushed dismay

In every house, in every town a young girl knelt to pray

They're closing in around them now with rifle fire so sure

And Lyons is dead and young Dalton's down in the Valley of Knockanure.


But e'er the guns could seal his fate, young Walsh had broken thro'

With a prayer to God he spurned the sod as against the hill he flew

The bullets tore his flesh in two yet he cried with voice so sure,

"Revenge I'll get for my comrade's death in the Valley of Knockanure."


The summer sun is sinking low behind the field and lea

The pale moon light is shining bright far off beyond Tralee

The dismal stars and the clouds afar are darkening o'er the moor

And the Banshee cried when young Dalton died in the Valley of Knockanure