Ballad Of James Larkin chords by Christy Moore

Verse:
  D           G
In Dublin City in Nineteen Thirteen
      A           D
The boss was rich And The Poor Were Slaves
  D               G
The Women Working And The Children Hungry
      A          D
Then On Came Larkin Like A Mighty Wave
      A           Em
The Workman Cringed As The Bossman Thundered
    D          A
Seventy Hours Was His Weekly Chore
      D          G
He Asked For Little And Less Was Granted
      A          D
Lest Getting Little He'd Ask For More

Verse:
  D             G
But On Came Larkin In Nineteen Thirteen
    A         D
A Mighty Man With A Mighty Tongue
  D              G
The Voice Of Labour The Voice Of Justice
     A         D
And He Was Gifted And He Was Young
    A         Em
God Sent Larkin In Nineteen Thirteen
    D        A
A Labour Man With A Union Tongue
 D               G
He Raised The Worker And Gave Him Courage
 A            D
He Was Their Hero A Workers Son

Verse:
 D                G
In The Month Of August The Bossman Told Us
    A         D
No Union Man For Him Could Work
 D              G
We Stood By Larkin And Told The Bossman
  A               D
We'd Fight Or Die But We Would Not Shirk
        A             Em
Eight Months We Fought And Eight Months We Starved
      D            A
We Stood By Larkin Through Thick And Thin
  D               G
But Foodless Homes And The Crying Children
  A                 D
They Broke Our Hearts And We Could Not Win

Verse:
  D            G
Then Larkin Left Us We Seemed Defeated
       A          D
The Night Was Black For The Working Man
  D                 G
But On Came Connelly With New Hope And Council
  A            D
His Motto Was That We'd Rise Again
      A        Em
In Nineteen Sixteen In Dublin City
      D            A
The English Soldiers They Burned Our Town
        D           G
They Shelled Our Buildings And Shot Our Leaders
      A         D
The Harp Was Buried Beneath The Crown

Verse:
     D            G
They Shot McDermott And Pearse And Plunkett
     A            D
They Shot McDonagh And Clarke The Brave
  D                G
From Bleak Kilmainham They Took Their Bodies
     A          D
To Arbour Hill To A Quicklime Grave
  A            Em
But Last Of All Of The Seven Leaders
       D        A
I'll Sing The Praise Of James Connolly
      D          G
The Voice Of Labour The Voice Of Justice
      A           D
Who Gave His Life That Men Might Be Free