DADA
Last born of the clan first one to be free
DADA
Lived inside a house, beneath the hangin' tree
DADA
Londonderry nights that chilled him to the bone
DADA
Words were cried at night in unforgiving tones
BmFmG
Blood of his men was gone beneath snow
BmFmG
He picked up his knife and his bow
AD
Killer of Jonathan Low
DADA
Violence from without and anger from within
DADA
Crawling through the fields informin' next of kin
DADA
They all turned their backs but they all knew his name
DADA
And if he could return they'd probably do the same
BmFmG
Blood of his men was gone beneath snow
BmFmG
He picked up his knife and his bow
AD
Killer of Jonathan Low
BmFmG
Blood of his men was gone beneath snow
BmFmG
He picked up his knife and his bow
AD
Killer of Jonathan Low
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.