James Larkin

C                          F
In Dublin City in nineteen thirteen
             G                      C
The boss was rich and the poor were slaves
          C                    F
The women working and children starving
             G                    C
Then on came Larkin like a mighty wave
            C                         F
The workers cringed when the boss man thundered
        G
Seventy hours was his weekly chore
             C                   F
He asked for little and less was granted
           G                        C
Lest given little then he'd ask for more

C                                   F
In the month of August the boss man told us
         G                 C
No union man for him could work
            C                   F
We stood by Larkin and told the boss man
              G                    C
We'd fight or die, but we wouldn't shirk
                C                          F
Eight months we fought and eight months we starved
            G
We stood by Larkin through thick and thin
             C                       F
But foodless homes and the crying of children
             G                        C
It broke our hearts, we just couldn't win

C                              F
Then Larkin left us, we seemed defeated
              G                     C
The night was black for the working man
       C                               F
But on came Connolly with new hope and counsel
          G                   C
His motto was that we'd rise again
            C                 F
In nineteen sixteen in Dublin City
            G
The English soldiers they burnt our town
            C                          F
The shelled our buildings and shot our leaders
             G                        C
The Harp was buried 'neath the bloody crown

            C                      F
They shot McDermott and Pearse and Plunkett
            G                     C
They shot McDonagh and Clarke the brave
            C                            F
From bleak Kilmainham they took Ceannt's body
          G                    C
To Arbour Hill and a quicklime grave
            C                F
But last of all of the seven heroes
           G
I sing the praise of James Connolly
             C                     F
The voice of justice, the voice of freedom
            G                       C
He gave his life, that man might be free

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