Chords for The Spirit of Mother Jones - Andy Irvine

[E] Well I'm going to start off with [D#m] a song about _ [C#m] [E] a woman who is a heroine of mine.
[A] _ [E] Her name at [A] birth was Mary Harris [N] and she was born in Cork City right there in
Shandon, right in the center of Cork.
_ She didn't stay too long because her parents
immigrated to America _ and she in later life became a union _ agitator, I think
more than an organizer [E] and her name was, [C#m] became Mother Jones.
And she [Em] organized the [E] _
[A] agitator movement of the coal miners largely of West Virginia and Colorado.
_ [Em] [C#m] And _ she was a great woman.
_ [G] She didn't [E] live in Cork very long but she certainly had [G] a tongue which could only [Em] have been raised in Cork.
_ [C#m] _ [G] It's called [C#m] Spurred Emotion.
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She's [B] _ [A] _ [C#m] _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [A] dead [G#m] and gone but she could no [A] longer stay.
[C#m] No one knew how [B] old she was [A] but she was often heard [B] to say [A] how she was born in [E] 1830 in the [B] sweet [A] County Cork.
But she crossed the foaming [E] billows till she landed in New York.
Mother [B] Jones the miners angel [C#m] must be [B] treated [A] with respect.
She's an old-fashioned [B] lady [A] and you never [B] would [A] suspect that this gown and this bonnet would [E] fill a rich man [A] full of dread.
She's the most dangerous [E] woman in America they said. _ _ _ _
[C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] I [C#m] see her [G#m] marching [A] up the [B] street with [C#m] her umbrella [A] in her hand.
[C#] I can hear her [E] spill a blood load where the [A] miners [B] made a [E] stand.
And she [A] says John D.
[E] will you [B] kindly [A] tell to me how could you let your [E] troopers lay them 13 children down in the [B] harlots of [A] West Virginia [E] and in [A] Colorado [E] too.
Mother Jones and her miners they never could [B] [A] subdue.
And the men they surrendered [E] in their [B] tents [A] and panted bread.
And the women stood like a [E] wall of steel and nothing could bat her down.
Mother Jones the miners angel must be treated with respect.
She's an old-fashioned lady [A] and you never [B] would suspect [A] that this gown and this bonnet would [E] fill a [B] rich man [A] full of dread.
She's the most dangerous [E] woman in America they [A] said.
[B] And _ _ [C#m] _ _
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_ [C#m] [B] it's now [A] for the [B] horrors of child [C#m] labor says she.
And the march of the middle children took place [B] in [A] 1903.
From Philadelphia to New York [E] and she says I'm going [A] to show.
Wall Street, [E] black flesh on block they squeezed to make their dough.
When she died [B] in 1930 [C#m] oh the sadness was profound.
And they laid [G#m] her to rest in [A] a Union [B] burial [A] ground.
And she lies in Mount [E] Olive where the [B] midnight [A] wind it moans.
Stand up for the [E] Union cries the spirit of Mother Jones. _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#m] _ _ [B] _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _
_ And the rich man and his police and his bulletin and his press got away with [B] murder then they'd get [A] [B] away with it yet.
[E] But [A] we'll forge a mighty Union and [E] we won't feel [A] the drum.
And we never will forget [E] the [B] spirit of Mother [E] Jones.
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