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Tuning: E A D G B E
Tab by schoben (ultimate-guitar.com) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nHQ-vxI8QJg [Intro] C F G C e|----------0-3-3-1--1-0-----------| B|--------1--------------3-1-0-3-1-| G|--0-0-0--------------------------| D|---------------------------------| A|---------------------------------| E|---------------------------------| [Verse 1]
CIn Dublin City in nineteen Fthirteen The boss was Grich and the poor were Cslaves The women Cworking and children Fstarving Then on came GLarkin like a mighty Cwave The workers Ccringed when the boss man Fthundered Seventy Ghours was his weekly chore He asked for Clittle and less was Fgranted Lest given Glittle then he'd ask for Cmore
[Verse 2]
CIn the month of August the boss man Ftold us No union Gman for him could Cwork We stood by CLarkin and told the Fboss man We'd fight or Gdie, but we wouldn't Cshirk Eight months we Cfought and eight months we Fstarved We stood by GLarkin through thick and thin But foodless Chomes and the crying of Fchildren It broke our Ghearts, we just couldn't Cwin
[Verse 3]
CThen Larkin left us, we seemed Fdefeated The night was Gblack for the working Cman But on Ccame Connolly with new hope and Fcounsel His motto Gwas that we'd rise aCgain In nineteen Csixteen in Dublin FCity The English Gsoldiers they burnt our town The shelled Cour buildings and shot our Fleaders The Harp was Gburied 'neath the bloody Ccrown
[Verse 4]
They shot McCDermott and Pearse and FPlunkett They shot McGDonagh and Clarke the Cbrave From bleak KCilmainham they took Ceannt's Fbody To Arbour GHill and a quicklime Cgrave But last of Call of the seven Fheroes I sing the Gpraise of James Connolly The voice of Cjustice, the voice of Ffreedom He gave his Glife, that man might be Cfree
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