'Freedom's Sons' 09 Lord Nelson Chords
Tempo:
61.25 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Bb
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Eb] Lord Nelson stood in pompous state upon his pillar [Bb] high,
And down along O'Connell Street he [Eb] cast a wicked eye.
He thought how this barbaric race had fought the British [Bb] crown,
Yet they were content to let him stick right here in [Eb] Goblin Town.
So remember, brave Lord Nelson, Christ he had never [Bb] known defeat,
And for his reward they stock him up in the middle of O [Eb]'Connell Street.
Well for many years Lord Nelson stood and no one [Bb] seemed to care,
He squinted at Don O'Connell who was standing right down there.
He thought the Irish like me, for they wouldn't let me stay,
That is except those blighters that they call the [Eb] I.R.A.
So remember, brave Lord Nelson, Christ he had never [Bb] known defeat,
And for his reward they stock him up in the middle of O [Eb]'Connell Street.
And then in 1966 on March the [Bb] seventh day,
A bloody great explosion [Eb] made Lord Nelson rock and sway.
He, Christ and Don O'Connell cried in woeful [Bb] misery,
There are twice as many pigeons now will come and [Eb] sit on Lord Nelson.
He had never [Bb] known defeat, and for his reward they blew him up in the middle of O [Eb]'Connell Street.
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And down along O'Connell Street he [Eb] cast a wicked eye.
He thought how this barbaric race had fought the British [Bb] crown,
Yet they were content to let him stick right here in [Eb] Goblin Town.
So remember, brave Lord Nelson, Christ he had never [Bb] known defeat,
And for his reward they stock him up in the middle of O [Eb]'Connell Street.
Well for many years Lord Nelson stood and no one [Bb] seemed to care,
He squinted at Don O'Connell who was standing right down there.
He thought the Irish like me, for they wouldn't let me stay,
That is except those blighters that they call the [Eb] I.R.A.
So remember, brave Lord Nelson, Christ he had never [Bb] known defeat,
And for his reward they stock him up in the middle of O [Eb]'Connell Street.
And then in 1966 on March the [Bb] seventh day,
A bloody great explosion [Eb] made Lord Nelson rock and sway.
He, Christ and Don O'Connell cried in woeful [Bb] misery,
There are twice as many pigeons now will come and [Eb] sit on Lord Nelson.
He had never [Bb] known defeat, and for his reward they blew him up in the middle of O [Eb]'Connell Street.
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_ _ [Eb] _ Lord Nelson stood in pompous state upon his pillar [Bb] high,
And down along O'Connell Street he [Eb] cast a wicked eye.
He thought how this barbaric race had fought the British [Bb] crown,
Yet they were content to let him stick right here in [Eb] Goblin Town.
So remember, brave Lord Nelson, Christ he had never [Bb] known defeat,
And for his reward they stock him up in the middle of O [Eb]'Connell Street.
Well for many years Lord Nelson stood and no one [Bb] seemed to care,
He squinted at Don O'Connell who was standing right down there.
He thought the Irish like me, for they wouldn't let me stay,
That is except those blighters that they call the [Eb] I.R.A.
So remember, brave Lord Nelson, Christ he had never [Bb] known defeat,
And for his reward they stock him up in the middle of O [Eb]'Connell Street.
And then in _ 1966 on March the [Bb] seventh day,
A bloody great explosion [Eb] made Lord Nelson rock and sway.
He, Christ and Don O'Connell cried in woeful [Bb] misery,
There are twice as many pigeons now will come and [Eb] sit on Lord Nelson. _
He had never [Bb] known defeat, and for his reward they blew him up in the middle of O [Eb]'Connell Street.
_ [Ebm] _ _
And down along O'Connell Street he [Eb] cast a wicked eye.
He thought how this barbaric race had fought the British [Bb] crown,
Yet they were content to let him stick right here in [Eb] Goblin Town.
So remember, brave Lord Nelson, Christ he had never [Bb] known defeat,
And for his reward they stock him up in the middle of O [Eb]'Connell Street.
Well for many years Lord Nelson stood and no one [Bb] seemed to care,
He squinted at Don O'Connell who was standing right down there.
He thought the Irish like me, for they wouldn't let me stay,
That is except those blighters that they call the [Eb] I.R.A.
So remember, brave Lord Nelson, Christ he had never [Bb] known defeat,
And for his reward they stock him up in the middle of O [Eb]'Connell Street.
And then in _ 1966 on March the [Bb] seventh day,
A bloody great explosion [Eb] made Lord Nelson rock and sway.
He, Christ and Don O'Connell cried in woeful [Bb] misery,
There are twice as many pigeons now will come and [Eb] sit on Lord Nelson. _
He had never [Bb] known defeat, and for his reward they blew him up in the middle of O [Eb]'Connell Street.
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