Chords for Terrorist or Dreamer

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_ _ Sackville [Bb] Street, the curfew,
[C] Throve the rest in the sound [F] of scythes,
[Bb] _ Black and [F] tans marched up and [Bb] down
The mansion cornered in bright. _
[C] The shot was [F] like a whip crack,
[Bb] Throve the first man off [F] his feet, _
[Bb] _ Died on [F] bloody cobblestones,
[Bb] While his comrades combed the _ [F]
street.
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_ He called up [Bb] _ reinforcements,
[C] Who pulled the people from [F] their baths,
[Bb] They were screaming, get [F] that bastard, _ _
[Bb] So a spear was in their hands.
[C] _ They found him [F] in a cellar,
[Bb] He was only _ [F] seventeen, _ _
[Bb] _ Fighting [F] for his country, _
[Bb] _ _ Dying [F] for the green.
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_ _ Sergeant dragged him by the hair,
[C] Then beat him to [F] the ground. _
[Bb] _ To this [F] young mans body, _
[Bb] He emptied every [F] row.
[C] Come out and take a look, he cried,
As [Bb] he marched his troops [F] away. _ _
[Bb] He went in [F] stony _ silence,
[Bb] Such a price to have to [G] pay.
Some knelt and [F] prayed beside him,
But it was too late anyhow, _ _
[Bb] For you said he [F] was a rebel,
Then [Bb] well, who's the hero _ now?
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
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_ _ Sixty [Bb]-six our country sang,
[C] The [F] praises of the dead.
[Bb] We didn't call [F] them rebels,
Then [Bb] we used patriots instead. _ _ _
[C] _ On every [F] household TV screen,
[Bb] We saw how [F] hard they fought, _
[Bb] _ How [F] they spilled their life's blood,
Our freedom _ had been bought. _
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_ _ Garden [Bb] gates were opened up,
[G] To a silent _ [F] monarchy. _ _
[Bb] _ Cannons [F] boomed and flags unfurled,
_ Solemn wreaths were _ laid,
[C] _ Prayers for [F] those departed, _
[Bb] They were called [C] for [F] loud and clear, _
_ Those that had been _ outlawed,
That was another _ year.
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_ Veterans [Bb] lined up stiff and proud,
[C] Their white hair up [F] the wind,
[Bb] Their pride pinned to [F] their _ gabardines,
[Bb] Their [F] thoughts upon their fronts, _
[C] _ But our wounds burst open, _
[Bb] _ [C] Scars of _ [F] history,
[G] _
[Bb] Were flying into [F] our faces, _
[Bb] The stark _ reality. _ _
[C] Just up the [F] road from Sackville Street,
[Bb] Things [C] are different [F] _ now, _
[Bb] You said he [F] was a rebel,
Then [Bb] well, who's the hero _ now?
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ Down the Falls Road soldiers push,
[C] Their [F] glances left and right, _ _
[Bb] Kids of the [F] English working _ class,
_ Soldiers _ overnight, _
[C] _ Tossed [F] into melting pots,
[Bb] Bloody [F] war and strife, _
[Bb] _ Never _ [F] _ understanding, _
[Bb] _ _ Fearing for their lives.
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_ Outside the Glen [Bb] Road _ brewery,
[C] A bomb takes [F] to the wake, _ _
[Bb] The bomber's [F] work is over, _
[Bb] He's finished for the [F] day,
Is [C] he a terrorist, _ [F] or a [G] dreamer,
[Bb] Or a savage or [F] a brave?
Well [Bb] it depends whose boat [F] you're trying to catch,
Or whose face you're [Bb] trying to _ see,
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There's tea and [Bb] cakes and down the street,
[C] There's whispers [F] in the hall, _
[Bb] Let's move the [F] curable tea shop,
Now [Bb] our backs are to the wall,
[C] There's panic down [F] in [F] Lanster House,
[Bb] Where [C] words of solemn [F] _ scarce,
[Bb] Sent [F] someone to Glasnevin,
Quick [Bb] to remember [F] _ Padraig Pierce, _
[C] Once more his [F] crucifixion, _ _
[Bb] Seems [C] a lie [F] somehow,
_ You [Bb] _ said he [F] was a rebel,
Then what, [Bb] _ who's the hero now? _
[C] _ Once more [F] his crucifixion, _
[D] Seems a lie [F] somehow, _ _
[Cm] For you [Bb] said he [F] was a rebel,
Then what, who's the hero now? _
He's _ _ _ the hero now. _ _ _ _ _
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