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