Chords for 90 miles from dublin christy moore

[C#] _ I'm [G#] ninety miles from [C#] Dublin town, I'm in [F#] the [C#] hedge blocks.
_ To help you [F#] understand [C#] me polite, this story now I will [F#] tell.
_ [C#] I'm on the [F#] blanket [C#]
protest, my efforts must [F#] not fail.
[C#] For I'm [G#] joined by men and [C#] women in the kesh [F#] and [C#] _ armagel.
_ It all [G#] began one morning [C#] I was dragged [F#] to [C#] Castle Red.
_ And though it was [F#] three [C#] years ago, it seems like [F#] yesterday.
For [C#] three days kicked and beaten, I then was forced [F#] to sign.
_ [C#] _ [G#] Confessions that [C#] convicted me of crimes that [F#] were [C#] not mine. _ _
[G#] Sentenced in a [C#] diploc court, my [F#] protest it [C#] began.
I could not wear [F#] their [C#] prison gear, I was a [F#] blanket man.
[C#] I'll not accept their [F#] [C#] status, I'll not be _ [F#] criminalised.
_ [C#] [G#] That's the issue in the [C#] books for which [F#] we give [C#] our lives.
_ _ [G#] Over there in [C#] London town, a howl [F#] then [C#] laugh and sneer.
If they could only [F#] [C#] make us wear their loathsome prison [F#] gear.
_ [C#] _ Prisoners of war is what we are, and that we must [F#] remain.
The [C#] blanket [G#] protest can [C#] not end, till [F#] status [C#] we're again. _ _ _ _
I've been beaten [G#] round the rock [C#] for room, because [F#] they [C#] want Cesar.
_ I've been frog-marched down the London, and dragged back by [F#] the hair.
_ [C#] I've suffered _ [F#] degradation, [C#] _ _
humility [F#] and pain.
[C#] Still the spirit [G#] does not [C#] falter, British [F#] torture [C#] is in vain.
_ _ I've been [G#] held and scalded in water, [C#] while me skin [F#] with neck [C#] scrubs was torn.
I've been scratched and cut from head to foot, then thrown out on [F#] the floor.
_ [C#] I've suffered mirror [F#] [C#] searches, been probed by drunken [F#] bears.
[C#] I've heard [G#] me comrade cry [C#] and scream, then [F#] offer useless [C#] prayers.
Now [G#] with the news that's [C#] coming in, our [F#] protest [C#] must not fail.
For now we're joined [F#] by [C#] thirty girls, in Armagh [F#] Women's Jail.
_ [C#] So pay attention [F#] [C#] Irish men, and Irish women [F#] too.
And [C#] show [G#] the free-stead [C#] rulers that, their [F#] silence will [C#] not do.
_ _ Though it's [G#] ninety miles to Dublin [C#] town, it seems [F#] so [C#] far away.
_ There's more attention [F#] [C#] to our plight, in the [F#] USA.
_ _ [C#] Now you've heard the [F#] [C#] story, of this filthy living [F#] hell.
_ _ [C#] Remember [G#] ninety [C#] miles away, I'm still [F#] in the [C#] H-block cell.
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[G#] That's so [C#] boring.
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