Joe Mcdonnell - The Wolfe Tones (Video) Chords
Tempo:
107.5 bpm
Chords used:
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G
A
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Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G] O [D]
[A]
[D] me name's Joe MacDonald, [G] from Belfast town [D] I came,
[G] That city I [D] will never see [A] again.
[D] For in the town of Belfast I [G] spent many happy [D] days,
[G] I love that town [D] in oh so [A] many ways.
[Em] For it's there I spent [G] my childhood, [Em] and [G] found for me [D] a wife,
[Em] I then set [G] out [D] to make for [A] her a life.
[D] But all my young ambitions met [G] 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 [G] look down [D] your gun,
[Em] When I think [G] of all [D] the deeds that you have [A] done.
You [D] have plundered many nations, divided many lands,
You [G] have terrorized their peoples, you rule 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 made stone 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 [Bm] without [D] crime or without [A] tribe.
[Em] [G] My country, [Em] I am [G] not a bitter [D] man,
I've [Em] seen cruelty [G] and [D] injustice at [A] first hand.
[D] So then one fateful morning, I [G] shook bold [D] freedom's hand,
[G] For right or wrong, [D] I'd try to free [A] my land.
And [Em] you dare to [G] call me a terrorist, [Em] while you [G] look down [D] your gun,
When [Em] I think [G] of all [D] the deeds that you [A] have done.
You [D] have plundered many nations, divided many lands,
You [G] have terrorized their peoples, you rule with an iron [A] hand.
[D] And you brought this reign of terror to [A] my land.
Then [D] 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 years [D] or more,
[G] On the blanket, their [D] conditions, they [A] were poor.
Just
[Em] [G] like we did commons, [Em] for the [G] dignity 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 people [D] cared or wondered [A] why.
And [Em] you dare [G] to call me a terrorist, while [Em] you [G] look down [D] your gun,
When [Em] I think [G] of all [D] the deeds that you [A] have done.
You [D] have plundered many nations, divided many lands,
You [G] have terrorized their peoples, you rule with an iron [A] hand.
And you [D] 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 faith be [A] widely known.
[D] And Francis Sheen, and Ray McCree, [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 [G] courage be [D] the same,
[Em] And I pray to [G] God my [D] life is [A] not in vain.
Ah, what [D] sad and bitter was the year [G] of [D] 1981,
[G] For everything [D] I've lost and nothing [A] won.
[A]
[D] me name's Joe MacDonald, [G] from Belfast town [D] I came,
[G] That city I [D] will never see [A] again.
[D] For in the town of Belfast I [G] spent many happy [D] days,
[G] I love that town [D] in oh so [A] many ways.
[Em] For it's there I spent [G] my childhood, [Em] and [G] found for me [D] a wife,
[Em] I then set [G] out [D] to make for [A] her a life.
[D] But all my young ambitions met [G] 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 [G] look down [D] your gun,
[Em] When I think [G] of all [D] the deeds that you have [A] done.
You [D] have plundered many nations, divided many lands,
You [G] have terrorized their peoples, you rule 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 made stone 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 [Bm] without [D] crime or without [A] tribe.
[Em] [G] My country, [Em] I am [G] not a bitter [D] man,
I've [Em] seen cruelty [G] and [D] injustice at [A] first hand.
[D] So then one fateful morning, I [G] shook bold [D] freedom's hand,
[G] For right or wrong, [D] I'd try to free [A] my land.
And [Em] you dare to [G] call me a terrorist, [Em] while you [G] look down [D] your gun,
When [Em] I think [G] of all [D] the deeds that you [A] have done.
You [D] have plundered many nations, divided many lands,
You [G] have terrorized their peoples, you rule with an iron [A] hand.
[D] And you brought this reign of terror to [A] my land.
Then [D] 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 years [D] or more,
[G] On the blanket, their [D] conditions, they [A] were poor.
Just
[Em] [G] like we did commons, [Em] for the [G] dignity 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 people [D] cared or wondered [A] why.
And [Em] you dare [G] to call me a terrorist, while [Em] you [G] look down [D] your gun,
When [Em] I think [G] of all [D] the deeds that you [A] have done.
You [D] have plundered many nations, divided many lands,
You [G] have terrorized their peoples, you rule with an iron [A] hand.
And you [D] 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 faith be [A] widely known.
[D] And Francis Sheen, and Ray McCree, [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 [G] courage be [D] the same,
[Em] And I pray to [G] God my [D] life is [A] not in vain.
Ah, what [D] sad and bitter was the year [G] of [D] 1981,
[G] For everything [D] I've lost and nothing [A] won.
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[G] _ _ _ O [D] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] me _ name's Joe MacDonald, _ [G] from Belfast town [D] I came,
[G] That city I [D] will never see [A] again. _ _ _ _ _
[D] For in the town of Belfast I [G] spent many happy [D] days,
[G] I love that town [D] in oh so [A] many ways. _ _ _ _
[Em] For it's there I spent [G] my childhood, [Em] and [G] found for me [D] a wife, _
[Em] I then set [G] out [D] to make for [A] her a life. _ _ _ _
[D] But all my young ambitions met [G] 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 [G] look down [D] your gun,
[Em] When I think [G] of all [D] the deeds that you have [A] done. _ _ _
You [D] have plundered many nations, _ divided many lands,
You [G] have _ terrorized their peoples, you rule 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 made stone 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 [Bm] without [D] crime or without [A] _ tribe. _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ [G] My country, _ [Em] I am [G] not a bitter [D] _ man,
I've [Em] seen cruelty [G] and [D] injustice at [A] first _ _ hand. _ _
[D] So then one fateful morning, I [G] shook bold [D] freedom's _ hand,
[G] For right or wrong, [D] I'd try to free [A] my land.
_ And _ _ [Em] you dare to [G] call me a terrorist, _ [Em] while you [G] look down [D] your gun,
When [Em] I think [G] of all [D] the deeds that you [A] have done. _ _ _ _
You [D] have plundered _ many nations, _ divided many lands,
You [G] have _ terrorized their peoples, you rule with an iron [A] hand.
[D] And you brought this reign of terror to [A] my _ land. _ _
Then [D] 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 years [D] or _ more,
[G] On the blanket, their [D] conditions, they [A] were poor.
Just _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [G] like we did commons, [Em] for the [G] dignity 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 people [D] cared or wondered [A] _ why. _ _ _
And [Em] you dare [G] to call me a terrorist, while [Em] you [G] look down [D] your gun,
When [Em] I think [G] of all [D] the deeds that you [A] have done. _ _ _ _
You [D] have plundered _ many nations, _ _ divided many _ lands,
You [G] have _ terrorized their peoples, you rule with an iron [A] hand.
And you [D] 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 faith be [A] widely known. _ _ _ _
[D] And Francis Sheen, and Ray McCree, [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 [G] courage be [D] the same,
[Em] And I pray to [G] God my [D] life is [A] not in vain. _ _ _ _
Ah, what [D] sad and bitter was the year [G] of _ [D] 1981, _ _
_ [G] For everything _ [D] I've lost and nothing [A] won. _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] me _ name's Joe MacDonald, _ [G] from Belfast town [D] I came,
[G] That city I [D] will never see [A] again. _ _ _ _ _
[D] For in the town of Belfast I [G] spent many happy [D] days,
[G] I love that town [D] in oh so [A] many ways. _ _ _ _
[Em] For it's there I spent [G] my childhood, [Em] and [G] found for me [D] a wife, _
[Em] I then set [G] out [D] to make for [A] her a life. _ _ _ _
[D] But all my young ambitions met [G] 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 [G] look down [D] your gun,
[Em] When I think [G] of all [D] the deeds that you have [A] done. _ _ _
You [D] have plundered many nations, _ divided many lands,
You [G] have _ terrorized their peoples, you rule 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 made stone 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 [Bm] without [D] crime or without [A] _ tribe. _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ [G] My country, _ [Em] I am [G] not a bitter [D] _ man,
I've [Em] seen cruelty [G] and [D] injustice at [A] first _ _ hand. _ _
[D] So then one fateful morning, I [G] shook bold [D] freedom's _ hand,
[G] For right or wrong, [D] I'd try to free [A] my land.
_ And _ _ [Em] you dare to [G] call me a terrorist, _ [Em] while you [G] look down [D] your gun,
When [Em] I think [G] of all [D] the deeds that you [A] have done. _ _ _ _
You [D] have plundered _ many nations, _ divided many lands,
You [G] have _ terrorized their peoples, you rule with an iron [A] hand.
[D] And you brought this reign of terror to [A] my _ land. _ _
Then [D] 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 years [D] or _ more,
[G] On the blanket, their [D] conditions, they [A] were poor.
Just _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [G] like we did commons, [Em] for the [G] dignity 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 people [D] cared or wondered [A] _ why. _ _ _
And [Em] you dare [G] to call me a terrorist, while [Em] you [G] look down [D] your gun,
When [Em] I think [G] of all [D] the deeds that you [A] have done. _ _ _ _
You [D] have plundered _ many nations, _ _ divided many _ lands,
You [G] have _ terrorized their peoples, you rule with an iron [A] hand.
And you [D] 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 faith be [A] widely known. _ _ _ _
[D] And Francis Sheen, and Ray McCree, [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 [G] courage be [D] the same,
[Em] And I pray to [G] God my [D] life is [A] not in vain. _ _ _ _
Ah, what [D] sad and bitter was the year [G] of _ [D] 1981, _ _
_ [G] For everything _ [D] I've lost and nothing [A] won. _ _ _ _ _