Chords for The H-Block Song
Tempo:
135.3 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D]
I am a proud young Irishman, In Ulster's hills my life began.
[Bm] A happy boy through [D] griefy dread, I kept God's and man's love.
And when my age was barely ten, My country's rungs were tolled again.
[Bm] tens of thousands [Dm]
marching men, My heart stood to [A] the [D] call.
I wear no [G] conviction of [D] farm, Nor meekly serve my time.
mine, round [G]
I am a proud young Irishman, In Ulster's hills my life began.
[Bm] A happy boy through [D] griefy dread, I kept God's and man's love.
And when my age was barely ten, My country's rungs were tolled again.
[Bm] tens of thousands [Dm]
marching men, My heart stood to [A] the [D] call.
I wear no [G] conviction of [D] farm, Nor meekly serve my time.
mine, round [G]
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[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I _ am a proud young _ _ _ Irishman, In _ Ulster's hills my _ life began.
[Bm] A happy _ _ boy through [D] _ _ griefy dread, I kept God's and man's love. _
_ And _ _ when my age was barely ten, _ My _ country's rungs were _ tolled again.
By [Bm] tens of thousands _ [Dm] _ _
marching men, My heart stood to [A] the [D] call. _
I _ wear no _ [G] conviction _ of [D] farm, _ Nor _ meekly serve my _ _ time.
_ At Britain _ _ mine, round [G] _ _
[D] Ireland's mine, Eight hundred _ _ years of prime.
_ I _ _ _ learned of _ centuries _ of strife, Of _ cruel love, _ _ injustice, and rife.
And I saw _ now in my own young _ life, The _ fruit's _ foreign sway.
_ _ _ The _ _ testers threatened, _ _ _ tortured, _ maimed, The vision _ _ _ nurtured, _ passions _ flamed.
How _ _ rape evokes, rights _ caused to faint, This _ is _ _ conqueror's way.
_ I wear _ no _
_ [G] conviction of [D] farm, Nor _ _ meekly serve my _ _ time.
_ At Britain _ _ mine, round [G] _
[D] Ireland's mine, Eight _ hundred _ _ years of prime. _ _
The _ sentence _ of proud _ Connacht clan, _ Cannon _ serves through _ _ Britain's plan.
[Bm] Mines _ is _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ humanity's demand, The [A] _ [D] spawn of _ trusty slave.
_ _ _ No _ strangers _ are these boats and locks, No new _ designs these dark-aged blocks.
[Bm] Black from _ _ welders, [D] while _ mason stocks, _ The booty _ _ taunts the brave.
_ _ _ I wear no _ [G] conviction _ of [D] farm, _ Nor _ meekly serve my _ time. _ _
At _ Britain mine, round [G] _ _ [D] Ireland's mine, Eight hundred _ _ years of prime.
Is _ _ _ Britain need a thousand _ years, Of protest, _ _ riots, _ death, and tears?
[Bm] Or will _ this past _ [D] decade of years, Of eighty _ _ _ decades swell? _ _
An _ _ end to _ Ireland's _ _ agony, _ _ _ Behold first _ human _ _ _ dignity.
_ [Bm] And will _ the last _ [D] _ _ _ _
obscenity, Be this grim _ -haged block's end?
_ _ I _ wear no _ [Gm] conviction _ of [D] farm, Nor _ meekly _ serve my _ _ time.
_ At Britain _ mine, [G] round _ [D] Ireland's mine, _ Eight hundred _ _ _ _ years of prime. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I _ am a proud young _ _ _ Irishman, In _ Ulster's hills my _ life began.
[Bm] A happy _ _ boy through [D] _ _ griefy dread, I kept God's and man's love. _
_ And _ _ when my age was barely ten, _ My _ country's rungs were _ tolled again.
By [Bm] tens of thousands _ [Dm] _ _
marching men, My heart stood to [A] the [D] call. _
I _ wear no _ [G] conviction _ of [D] farm, _ Nor _ meekly serve my _ _ time.
_ At Britain _ _ mine, round [G] _ _
[D] Ireland's mine, Eight hundred _ _ years of prime.
_ I _ _ _ learned of _ centuries _ of strife, Of _ cruel love, _ _ injustice, and rife.
And I saw _ now in my own young _ life, The _ fruit's _ foreign sway.
_ _ _ The _ _ testers threatened, _ _ _ tortured, _ maimed, The vision _ _ _ nurtured, _ passions _ flamed.
How _ _ rape evokes, rights _ caused to faint, This _ is _ _ conqueror's way.
_ I wear _ no _
_ [G] conviction of [D] farm, Nor _ _ meekly serve my _ _ time.
_ At Britain _ _ mine, round [G] _
[D] Ireland's mine, Eight _ hundred _ _ years of prime. _ _
The _ sentence _ of proud _ Connacht clan, _ Cannon _ serves through _ _ Britain's plan.
[Bm] Mines _ is _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ humanity's demand, The [A] _ [D] spawn of _ trusty slave.
_ _ _ No _ strangers _ are these boats and locks, No new _ designs these dark-aged blocks.
[Bm] Black from _ _ welders, [D] while _ mason stocks, _ The booty _ _ taunts the brave.
_ _ _ I wear no _ [G] conviction _ of [D] farm, _ Nor _ meekly serve my _ time. _ _
At _ Britain mine, round [G] _ _ [D] Ireland's mine, Eight hundred _ _ years of prime.
Is _ _ _ Britain need a thousand _ years, Of protest, _ _ riots, _ death, and tears?
[Bm] Or will _ this past _ [D] decade of years, Of eighty _ _ _ decades swell? _ _
An _ _ end to _ Ireland's _ _ agony, _ _ _ Behold first _ human _ _ _ dignity.
_ [Bm] And will _ the last _ [D] _ _ _ _
obscenity, Be this grim _ -haged block's end?
_ _ I _ wear no _ [Gm] conviction _ of [D] farm, Nor _ meekly _ serve my _ _ time.
_ At Britain _ mine, [G] round _ [D] Ireland's mine, _ Eight hundred _ _ _ _ years of prime. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _
