The Dubliners - James Larkin Chords

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_ In Dublin City in [F] _
1913, The boss [G] was rich and the [C] poor were slaves,
The women working and children [F] starving, Then [G] on came Larkin like a mighty [C] wave.
The workers cringed when the [F] bossman pondered, [G] Seventy hours was his weekly chore,
He [C] asked for little and [F] less was granted, Lest [G] getting little then [C] he'd ask for more. _
_ In the month of August the [F] bossman told us, No [G] union man for [C] him could work,
We stood by Larkin and [F] told the bossman, We'd [G] fight or die but we [C] wouldn't shirk.
Eight months we fought and [F] eight months we starved, We stood [G] by Larkin through thick and thin,
But [C] foodless homes and the [F] crying of children, [G] It broke our hearts we [C] just couldn't win. _ _
Then Larkin left us, we [F] seemed defeated, The [G] night was black for [C] the working man,
But on came Connolly with new [F] hope and counsel, His [G] motto was that we'd [C] rise again.
In 1916 in [F] Dublin City, The [G] English soldiers they burnt our town,
[C] They shelled our buildings and shot [F] our leaders, The [G] harp was buried beneath the [C] bloody crown.
_ _ They shot Mike Dermott [F] and Pearson Clunkett, [G] They shot Mike Donner and [C] Clark the Brave,
From Bleak Kilmainham they [F] took their bodies, To [G] Arbor Hill and the [C] Quicklime grave.
But last of all of the [F] seven heroes, I'll [G] sing the praise of James Connolly,
[C] The voice of justice, the voice [F] of freedom, He gave [G] his life that men [C] might be free.
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