Joe Mcdonnell Chords by The Wolfe Tones
Tempo:
107.25 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
Em
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G] [D]
[A]
[D] O me name is Joe MacDonald,
[G] from Belfast town [D] I came,
[G] That city [D] I will never [A] see again.
[D] For in the town of Belfast [G] I spent many happy [D] days,
[G] I love that [D] town in oh so [A] many ways.
For it's [G] there I spent my childhood, and found for [D] me a wife,
[Em] I then [G] set out to [D] make for her [A] a life.
[D] But all my young ambitions [G] met with bitterness [D] and hate,
I [G] soon found myself [D] inside a prison [A] gate.
[Em] And you dare to [G] call me a terrorist, [Em] while you look [G] down [D] your gun,
[Em] When I think of [G] [D] all the deeds that you [A] have done.
[D] You have plundered many nations, divided many lands,
[G] You have terrorized their peoples, you ruled with an iron [A] hand.
And [D] you brought this reign of terror to [A] my land.
Through [D] those many months' internment, [G] in the maidstone and [D] the maze,
[G] I thought about [D] my land throughout
[A] those days.
Why [D] my country was divided, [G] why I was now [D] in jail,
[G] Imprisoned [D] without crime or [A] without tribe.
[Em] And though I [G] love my country, [Em] I am [G] not a [D] fitter man,
[Em] I've seen cruelty [G] [D] and injustice [A] at first hand.
[D] So then one fateful morning, [G] I shook bold [D] freedom's hand,
[G] For right or wrong, [D] I'd try to free [A] my land.
And [Em] you dare [G] to call me a terrorist, [Em] while you [G] look down [Bm] your [D] gun,
[Em] When I think [G] of [D] all the deeds that you [A] have done.
You [D] have plundered many nations, divided many lands,
[G] You have terrorized their peoples, you ruled with an iron [A] hand.
[D] And you brought this reign of terror to [A] my land.
[D] Then one cold October's morning,
[G] trapped in a [D] lion's den,
[G] I found myself [D] imprisoned [A] once again.
I [D] was committed to the H-blocks [G] for fourteen [D] years or more,
[G] On the blanket, their [D] conditions, they [A] were poor.
[Em]
Then a hunger [G] strike, we did commence, [Em] for the [G] dignity [Bm] of [D] man,
[Em] But it seemed [G] to me [D] that no one gave [A] a damn.
[D] But now I'm a saddened man, [G] I've watched my comrades [D] die.
[G] If only [D] people cared or [A] wondered why.
And [Em] you dare [G] to call me a terrorist, [Em] while you [G] look down [D] your gun,
[Em] When I think [G] of [D] all the deeds that you [A] have done.
You [D] have plundered many nations, divided many lands,
[G] You have terrorized their peoples, you ruled with an iron [A] hand.
And [D] you brought this reign of terror to [A] my land.
[D] May God shine on you, Bobby Sands, [G] for the courage you [D] have shown.
[G] May your glory and [D] your fame be [A] widely known.
[D] And Francis Hughes, and Ray McCreish, [G] who died [D] unselfishly.
[G] And Patsy O'Hara, [D] and the next in [A] line is me.
[Em] And those who [G] lie behind me, [Em] may your courage [G] [D] be the same.
[Em] And I pray to [G] [D] God my life is [A] not in vain.
[D] Ah, what sad and bitter was the year [G] of [D] 1981.
[G] For everything [D] I've lost and [A] nothing's won.
[A]
[D] O me name is Joe MacDonald,
[G] from Belfast town [D] I came,
[G] That city [D] I will never [A] see again.
[D] For in the town of Belfast [G] I spent many happy [D] days,
[G] I love that [D] town in oh so [A] many ways.
For it's [G] there I spent my childhood, and found for [D] me a wife,
[Em] I then [G] set out to [D] make for her [A] a life.
[D] But all my young ambitions [G] met with bitterness [D] and hate,
I [G] soon found myself [D] inside a prison [A] gate.
[Em] And you dare to [G] call me a terrorist, [Em] while you look [G] down [D] your gun,
[Em] When I think of [G] [D] all the deeds that you [A] have done.
[D] You have plundered many nations, divided many lands,
[G] You have terrorized their peoples, you ruled with an iron [A] hand.
And [D] you brought this reign of terror to [A] my land.
Through [D] those many months' internment, [G] in the maidstone and [D] the maze,
[G] I thought about [D] my land throughout
[A] those days.
Why [D] my country was divided, [G] why I was now [D] in jail,
[G] Imprisoned [D] without crime or [A] without tribe.
[Em] And though I [G] love my country, [Em] I am [G] not a [D] fitter man,
[Em] I've seen cruelty [G] [D] and injustice [A] at first hand.
[D] So then one fateful morning, [G] I shook bold [D] freedom's hand,
[G] For right or wrong, [D] I'd try to free [A] my land.
And [Em] you dare [G] to call me a terrorist, [Em] while you [G] look down [Bm] your [D] gun,
[Em] When I think [G] of [D] all the deeds that you [A] have done.
You [D] have plundered many nations, divided many lands,
[G] You have terrorized their peoples, you ruled with an iron [A] hand.
[D] And you brought this reign of terror to [A] my land.
[D] Then one cold October's morning,
[G] trapped in a [D] lion's den,
[G] I found myself [D] imprisoned [A] once again.
I [D] was committed to the H-blocks [G] for fourteen [D] years or more,
[G] On the blanket, their [D] conditions, they [A] were poor.
[Em]
Then a hunger [G] strike, we did commence, [Em] for the [G] dignity [Bm] of [D] man,
[Em] But it seemed [G] to me [D] that no one gave [A] a damn.
[D] But now I'm a saddened man, [G] I've watched my comrades [D] die.
[G] If only [D] people cared or [A] wondered why.
And [Em] you dare [G] to call me a terrorist, [Em] while you [G] look down [D] your gun,
[Em] When I think [G] of [D] all the deeds that you [A] have done.
You [D] have plundered many nations, divided many lands,
[G] You have terrorized their peoples, you ruled with an iron [A] hand.
And [D] you brought this reign of terror to [A] my land.
[D] May God shine on you, Bobby Sands, [G] for the courage you [D] have shown.
[G] May your glory and [D] your fame be [A] widely known.
[D] And Francis Hughes, and Ray McCreish, [G] who died [D] unselfishly.
[G] And Patsy O'Hara, [D] and the next in [A] line is me.
[Em] And those who [G] lie behind me, [Em] may your courage [G] [D] be the same.
[Em] And I pray to [G] [D] God my life is [A] not in vain.
[D] Ah, what sad and bitter was the year [G] of [D] 1981.
[G] For everything [D] I've lost and [A] nothing's won.
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[G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] O me name is Joe MacDonald, _
[G] from Belfast town [D] I came, _
[G] That city [D] I will never [A] see again. _ _ _ _ _
[D] For in the town of Belfast [G] I spent many happy [D] days,
[G] I love that [D] town in oh so [A] many _ ways. _ _ _
For it's [G] there I spent my childhood, _ and found for [D] me a wife,
[Em] I then [G] set out to [D] make for her [A] a life. _ _ _ _
[D] But all my young ambitions _ [G] met with bitterness [D] and hate,
I [G] soon found myself [D] inside a prison [A] gate. _ _ _ _ _
[Em] And you dare to [G] call me a terrorist, [Em] while you look [G] down [D] your gun,
[Em] When I think of [G] [D] all the deeds that you [A] have done. _ _ _ _
[D] You have _ plundered many nations, _ divided _ many lands,
[G] You have _ terrorized their peoples, you ruled with an iron [A] hand.
And [D] you brought this reign of terror to [A] my _ land.
_ _ Through [D] those many months' _ internment, [G] in the _ maidstone and [D] the maze,
[G] I thought about [D] my land throughout _
[A] those _ days.
_ Why [D] my country _ was divided, _ [G] why I was now [D] in jail, _
[G] _ Imprisoned [D] without crime or [A] without tribe. _ _ _ _
[Em] And though I [G] love my country, [Em] I am [G] not a [D] fitter man,
[Em] I've seen cruelty [G] _ [D] and injustice _ [A] at first _ _ hand. _ _
[D] So then one fateful morning, _ [G] I shook bold [D] freedom's hand,
[G] For right or wrong, [D] I'd try to free [A] my land.
And _ _ [Em] you dare [G] to call me a terrorist, [Em] while you [G] look down [Bm] your [D] gun,
[Em] When I think [G] of [D] all the deeds that you [A] have done.
_ _ _ You [D] have plundered _ many nations, _ divided many _ lands,
[G] You have _ terrorized their peoples, you ruled with an iron [A] hand.
[D] And you brought this reign of terror to [A] my _ land. _ _ _
[D] Then one cold October's morning, _ _
[G] trapped in a [D] lion's den, _
[G] I found myself [D] imprisoned _ [A] once again.
_ _ _ I [D] was committed _ to the H-blocks [G] for fourteen [D] years or more,
[G] On the blanket, their [D] conditions, they [A] were poor.
_ _ _ _ [Em]
Then a hunger [G] strike, we did commence, [Em] for the [G] dignity [Bm] of [D] man,
[Em] But it seemed [G] to me [D] that no one gave [A] a _ damn. _ _ _
[D] But now I'm a saddened man, [G] I've watched my comrades [D] die. _
[G] If only _ [D] people cared or [A] wondered why.
_ _ _ And [Em] you dare [G] to call me a terrorist, [Em] while you [G] look down [D] your gun,
[Em] When I think [G] of [D] all the deeds that you [A] have done.
_ You _ [D] have plundered many nations, _ divided many _ lands,
[G] You have _ terrorized their peoples, you ruled with an iron [A] hand.
And [D] you brought this reign of terror to [A] my land. _ _ _ _
[D] May God shine on you, Bobby Sands, [G] for the courage you [D] have shown.
[G] May your glory and [D] your fame be [A] widely known. _ _ _ _
[D] And Francis Hughes, and Ray McCreish, [G] who died _ [D] unselfishly. _
[G] And Patsy O'Hara, [D] and the next in [A] line is me. _ _ _
[Em] And those who [G] lie behind me, [Em] may your courage [G] _ [D] be the same.
[Em] And I pray to [G] [D] God my life is [A] not in vain. _ _ _
[D] Ah, what sad and bitter was the year [G] of _ [D] 1981. _ _ _
[G] For everything _ [D] I've lost and [A] nothing's won. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] O me name is Joe MacDonald, _
[G] from Belfast town [D] I came, _
[G] That city [D] I will never [A] see again. _ _ _ _ _
[D] For in the town of Belfast [G] I spent many happy [D] days,
[G] I love that [D] town in oh so [A] many _ ways. _ _ _
For it's [G] there I spent my childhood, _ and found for [D] me a wife,
[Em] I then [G] set out to [D] make for her [A] a life. _ _ _ _
[D] But all my young ambitions _ [G] met with bitterness [D] and hate,
I [G] soon found myself [D] inside a prison [A] gate. _ _ _ _ _
[Em] And you dare to [G] call me a terrorist, [Em] while you look [G] down [D] your gun,
[Em] When I think of [G] [D] all the deeds that you [A] have done. _ _ _ _
[D] You have _ plundered many nations, _ divided _ many lands,
[G] You have _ terrorized their peoples, you ruled with an iron [A] hand.
And [D] you brought this reign of terror to [A] my _ land.
_ _ Through [D] those many months' _ internment, [G] in the _ maidstone and [D] the maze,
[G] I thought about [D] my land throughout _
[A] those _ days.
_ Why [D] my country _ was divided, _ [G] why I was now [D] in jail, _
[G] _ Imprisoned [D] without crime or [A] without tribe. _ _ _ _
[Em] And though I [G] love my country, [Em] I am [G] not a [D] fitter man,
[Em] I've seen cruelty [G] _ [D] and injustice _ [A] at first _ _ hand. _ _
[D] So then one fateful morning, _ [G] I shook bold [D] freedom's hand,
[G] For right or wrong, [D] I'd try to free [A] my land.
And _ _ [Em] you dare [G] to call me a terrorist, [Em] while you [G] look down [Bm] your [D] gun,
[Em] When I think [G] of [D] all the deeds that you [A] have done.
_ _ _ You [D] have plundered _ many nations, _ divided many _ lands,
[G] You have _ terrorized their peoples, you ruled with an iron [A] hand.
[D] And you brought this reign of terror to [A] my _ land. _ _ _
[D] Then one cold October's morning, _ _
[G] trapped in a [D] lion's den, _
[G] I found myself [D] imprisoned _ [A] once again.
_ _ _ I [D] was committed _ to the H-blocks [G] for fourteen [D] years or more,
[G] On the blanket, their [D] conditions, they [A] were poor.
_ _ _ _ [Em]
Then a hunger [G] strike, we did commence, [Em] for the [G] dignity [Bm] of [D] man,
[Em] But it seemed [G] to me [D] that no one gave [A] a _ damn. _ _ _
[D] But now I'm a saddened man, [G] I've watched my comrades [D] die. _
[G] If only _ [D] people cared or [A] wondered why.
_ _ _ And [Em] you dare [G] to call me a terrorist, [Em] while you [G] look down [D] your gun,
[Em] When I think [G] of [D] all the deeds that you [A] have done.
_ You _ [D] have plundered many nations, _ divided many _ lands,
[G] You have _ terrorized their peoples, you ruled with an iron [A] hand.
And [D] you brought this reign of terror to [A] my land. _ _ _ _
[D] May God shine on you, Bobby Sands, [G] for the courage you [D] have shown.
[G] May your glory and [D] your fame be [A] widely known. _ _ _ _
[D] And Francis Hughes, and Ray McCreish, [G] who died _ [D] unselfishly. _
[G] And Patsy O'Hara, [D] and the next in [A] line is me. _ _ _
[Em] And those who [G] lie behind me, [Em] may your courage [G] _ [D] be the same.
[Em] And I pray to [G] [D] God my life is [A] not in vain. _ _ _
[D] Ah, what sad and bitter was the year [G] of _ [D] 1981. _ _ _
[G] For everything _ [D] I've lost and [A] nothing's won. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _