D G In Dublin City in Nineteen ThirteenA D The boss was rich And The Poor Were SlavesD G The Women Working And The Children HungryA D Then On Came Larkin Like A Mighty WaveA Em The Workman Cringed As The Bossman ThunderedD A Seventy Hours Was His Weekly ChoreD G He Asked For Little And Less Was GrantedA D Lest Getting Little He'd Ask For More [Verse]D G But On Came Larkin In Nineteen ThirteenA D A Mighty Man With A Mighty TongueD G The Voice Of Labour The Voice Of JusticeA D And He Was Gifted And He Was YoungA Em God Sent Larkin In Nineteen ThirteenD A A Labour Man With A Union TongueD G He Raised The Worker And Gave Him CourageA D He Was Their Hero A Workers Son [Verse]D G In The Month Of August The Bossman Told UsA D No Union Man For Him Could WorkD G We Stood By Larkin And Told The BossmanA D We'd Fight Or Die But We Would Not ShirkA Em Eight Months We Fought And Eight Months We StarvedD A We Stood By Larkin Through Thick And ThinD G But Foodless Homes And The Crying ChildrenA D They Broke Our Hearts And We Could Not Win [Verse]D G Then Larkin Left Us We Seemed DefeatedA D The Night Was Black For The Working ManD G But On Came Connelly With New Hope And CouncilA D His Motto Was That We'd Rise AgainA Em In Nineteen Sixteen In Dublin CityD A The English Soldiers They Burned Our TownD G They Shelled Our Buildings And Shot Our LeadersA D The Harp Was Buried Beneath The Crown [Verse]D G They Shot McDermott And Pearse And PlunkettA D They Shot McDonagh And Clarke The BraveD G From Bleak Kilmainham They Took Their BodiesA D To Arbour Hill To A Quicklime GraveA Em But Last Of All Of The Seven LeadersD A I'll Sing The Praise Of James ConnollyD G The Voice Of Labour The Voice Of JusticeA D Who Gave His Life That Men Might Be Free
Ballad Of James Larkin
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