D              G                  D      Bm              A                       D 
 
E|---------------------|---------------------|-------------------|--------------- 
A|---------------------|--------0-2-(2-2-22)-|-0-2-5-2-0-2-0-----|--------------- 
D|-2h4-4-2h4-4-2h4-2-0-|--0-2-4--------------|---------------4-2-|-2h4-4-2h4-2-0- 
G|---------------------|---------------------|-------------------|--------------- 
 
The chords aren't in exact places, but youll get the idea pretty easily. 
                
D                                                  G 
I am Kilrain and I'm a fightin' man and I come from County Clare  
                             D                            Bm 
And the Brits would hang me for a Fenian so I took me leave of there  
     D                                            G 
And I crossed the ocean in the "Arrianne", the vilest tub afloat  
                           D                               Bm 
And the captain's brother was a railroad man and he met us at the boat  
   A                                    G                  A 
So I joined up with the 20th Maine like I said my friend I'm a fighting man  
         D           Em            F#m     G      
And we're marchin' south in the pouring rain 
      A               D 
We're all goin' down to Dixieland  
 
D                                       G 
I am Kilrain of the 20th Maine and we fight for Chamberlain  
                        D                       Bm 
'Cause he stood right with us when the Johnnies came like a banshee on the wind  
D                                       G 
In the smoke smeared hell of Gettysburg many a mother wept  
                        D                               Bm 
For many a good boy died there, sure, and the air smelt just like death  
 
A                               G               A 
I am the Kilrain of the 20th Maine and I marched to hell and back again  
D       Em      F#m     G       A               D                
For Colonel Joshua Chamberlain - we're all goin' down to Dixieland  
 
D                                       G 
I am the Kilrain of the 20th Maine and I damn all gentlemen  
                        D                       Bm 
Whose only worth is their father's name and the sweat of a workin' man  
D                               D                       G 
Well we come from the farms and the city streets and a hundred foreign lands  
                D 
And we spilled our blood in the battle's heat  
                Bm 
Now we're all Americans 
A                               G                       A 
I am the Kilrain of the 20th Maine did I tell you friend I'm a fightin' man  
D       Em      F#m     G       A                               D 
And I'll not be back this way again, 'cause we're all goin' down to Dixieland