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G C
In
Dublin
city in 1913
D G
The boss was rich and the poor were slaves
C
The women working and the children starving
D G
Then on came Larkin like a mighty wave
D Am7
The workers cringed when the bossman thundered
G D
Seventy hours was his weekly chore
G C
He asked for little and less was granted
D G
Lest getting little he would ask for more
In the month of August the bossman told us
No union man for him could work
We stood by Larkin and told the bossman
We’d fight or die, but we wouldn’t shirk
Eight months we fought and eight months we starved
We stood by Larkin through thick and thin
But foodless homes and the crying of children
They broke our hearts; we just couldn’t win
Then Larkin left us – we seemed defeated
The night was black for the working man
But on came Connolly with new hope and counsel
His motto was that we’d rise again
In 1916 in
Dublin
city
The English soldiers they burnt our town
They shelled the buildings and shot our leaders
The harp was buried ‘neath the bloody crown
They shot McDermott and Pearse and Plunkett
The shot McDonagh and Clarke the brave
From bleak Kilmainham they took their bodies
To Arbour Hill, to a quicklime grave
But last of all, of the seven heroes
I’ll sing the praise of James Connolly
The voice of justice, the voice of freedom
Who gave his life that men might be free
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