Joe Mcdonnell Chords by Wolfe Tones
Tempo:
107.3 bpm
Chords used:
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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 I [D] will never see [A] again.
For [D] in the town of Belfast [G] I spent many [D] happy days, [G] I love that town [D] in oh so [A] many ways.
For it's there [G] I spent my childhood, and found for me [D] a wife, [Em] I then set [G] out to [D] make for [A] her 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 [G] look down [D] your gun, [Em] when I think of [G] [D] all the deeds that you [A] had 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.
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 without [D]
crime or [A] without trial.
And [Em] though I [G] love my country, [Em] I am [G] not a bitter [D]
man, [Em] I've seen cruelty [G] [D] and injustice at [A] 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 all [D] the deeds that you [A] had done.
You [D] have plundered many nations, divided many lands, you [G] have terrorized their peoples, you ruled 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 [D] years or more, [G] on the blankets their [D]
conditions they [A] were poor.
[Em] Then a hunger [G] strike we did commence, [Em] for the [G] dignity [D] of man, [Em] but it seemed [G] to me [D] that no one gave [A] a damn.
[D] But now I am a saddened man, [G] I've watched my [D] comrades die, [G] if only [D] people cared or [A] wondered why.
And [Em] you dare to [G] 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] had done.
You [D] have plundered many nations, divided many lands, you [G] 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 McCreach, [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 [D] be the same, [Em] and I pray [G] to God my [D] life is [A] not in vain.
Ah, [D] what sad and bitter was the year [G] of [D] 1981, [G] for everything [D]
I've lost and [A] nothing's won.
[N]
[A]
[D] O me name is Joe MacDonald, [G] from Belfast town [D]
I came, [G] that city I [D] will never see [A] again.
For [D] in the town of Belfast [G] I spent many [D] happy days, [G] I love that town [D] in oh so [A] many ways.
For it's there [G] I spent my childhood, and found for me [D] a wife, [Em] I then set [G] out to [D] make for [A] her 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 [G] look down [D] your gun, [Em] when I think of [G] [D] all the deeds that you [A] had 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.
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 without [D]
crime or [A] without trial.
And [Em] though I [G] love my country, [Em] I am [G] not a bitter [D]
man, [Em] I've seen cruelty [G] [D] and injustice at [A] 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 all [D] the deeds that you [A] had done.
You [D] have plundered many nations, divided many lands, you [G] have terrorized their peoples, you ruled 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 [D] years or more, [G] on the blankets their [D]
conditions they [A] were poor.
[Em] Then a hunger [G] strike we did commence, [Em] for the [G] dignity [D] of man, [Em] but it seemed [G] to me [D] that no one gave [A] a damn.
[D] But now I am a saddened man, [G] I've watched my [D] comrades die, [G] if only [D] people cared or [A] wondered why.
And [Em] you dare to [G] 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] had done.
You [D] have plundered many nations, divided many lands, you [G] 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 McCreach, [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 [D] be the same, [Em] and I pray [G] to God my [D] life is [A] not in vain.
Ah, [D] 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 I [D] will never see [A] _ again.
For _ _ _ [D] _ in the town of Belfast [G] I spent many [D] happy days, [G] I love that town [D] in oh so [A] many _ ways. _
_ _ For it's there [G] I spent my childhood, and found for me [D] a wife, [Em] I then set [G] out to [D] make for [A] her 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 [G] look down [D] your gun, [Em] when I think of [G] [D] all the deeds that you [A] had 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. _
_ 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 without [D]
crime or [A] without trial. _ _
And _ [Em] though I [G] love my country, _ [Em] I am [G] not a bitter [D] _
man, [Em] I've seen cruelty [G] _ [D] and injustice at [A] 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 all [D] the deeds that you [A] had done. _
You _ [D] have plundered many nations, _ divided many _ lands, you [G] have _ terrorized their peoples, you ruled 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 [D] years or more, [G] on the blankets their [D]
conditions they [A] were poor. _ _
_ _ [Em] Then a hunger [G] strike we did commence, [Em] for the [G] dignity [D] of man, [Em] but it seemed [G] to me [D] that no one gave [A] a _ damn. _
_ _ [D] But now I am a saddened man, [G] I've watched my [D] comrades die, [G] if only _ [D] people cared or [A] wondered why. _ _
And [Em] you dare to [G] 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] had done. _ _
_ You [D] have plundered many nations, _ divided many _ lands, you [G] 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 McCreach, [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 [D] be the same, [Em] and I pray [G] to God my [D] life is [A] not in _ vain.
_ _ Ah, [D] what sad and bitter was the year [G] of _ _ [D] 1981, _ _ [G] for everything _ [D]
I've lost and [A] nothing's won. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] O me name is Joe MacDonald, _ [G] from Belfast town [D]
I came, [G] that city I [D] will never see [A] _ again.
For _ _ _ [D] _ in the town of Belfast [G] I spent many [D] happy days, [G] I love that town [D] in oh so [A] many _ ways. _
_ _ For it's there [G] I spent my childhood, and found for me [D] a wife, [Em] I then set [G] out to [D] make for [A] her 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 [G] look down [D] your gun, [Em] when I think of [G] [D] all the deeds that you [A] had 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. _
_ 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 without [D]
crime or [A] without trial. _ _
And _ [Em] though I [G] love my country, _ [Em] I am [G] not a bitter [D] _
man, [Em] I've seen cruelty [G] _ [D] and injustice at [A] 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 all [D] the deeds that you [A] had done. _
You _ [D] have plundered many nations, _ divided many _ lands, you [G] have _ terrorized their peoples, you ruled 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 [D] years or more, [G] on the blankets their [D]
conditions they [A] were poor. _ _
_ _ [Em] Then a hunger [G] strike we did commence, [Em] for the [G] dignity [D] of man, [Em] but it seemed [G] to me [D] that no one gave [A] a _ damn. _
_ _ [D] But now I am a saddened man, [G] I've watched my [D] comrades die, [G] if only _ [D] people cared or [A] wondered why. _ _
And [Em] you dare to [G] 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] had done. _ _
_ You [D] have plundered many nations, _ divided many _ lands, you [G] 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 McCreach, [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 [D] be the same, [Em] and I pray [G] to God my [D] life is [A] not in _ vain.
_ _ Ah, [D] what sad and bitter was the year [G] of _ _ [D] 1981, _ _ [G] for everything _ [D]
I've lost and [A] nothing's won. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
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