Chords for Christy Moore - Balled of James Larkin (1969)
Tempo:
156.4 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
C
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G]
[Am] [C] In 1913, the boss [D] was rich and the [G] poor were slaves.
The women working and the [C] children hungry, the nun [D] came larking like a [G] mighty white.
The workman cringed when the [C] bossman pondered.
[G] Seventy hours was his [D] weekly job.
He asked [G] for little and [C] less was granted.
Less [D] getting little, he'd ask [G] for more.
But on came Larkin in [C]
1913, a [D] mighty man with a [G] mighty tongue.
The voice of labour, the [C] voice of justice, and he [D] was gifted and he [G] was young.
God sent Larkin in [C] 1913, a [G] labour man with a [D] union tongue.
He [G] raised the worker and [C] gave him courage.
He was [D] their hero, the [G] worker's son.
In the month of August, the [C]
bossman told us no [D] union man for him [G] could work.
We stunned by Larkin and told [C] the bossman we'd [D] fight or die, but we would [G] not shirk.
Eight months we fought and eight months [C] we starved.
We stunned [G] by Larkin through thick and [D] thin.
But [G] foodless homes and the crying [C] children, they broke [D] our hearts and we could [G] not weep.
Then Larkin left us, we seemed [C]
defeated.
The [D] night was black for the [G] workers.
But on came Conley with new [C] hope and counsel.
His motto [D] was that we'd rise [G] again.
In 1916 in [C] Dublin City, the [G] English soldier they burned.
[D]
They shelled [G] the buildings and shot [C] our leaders.
The harp [D] was buried beneath [G] the crown.
They shot MacDermot and [C] Pierce and Plunkett.
They shot [D]
MacDonagh and [G] Clark the Brown.
From Bleak Kilmainham they took [C] their bodies to [D] Arbor Hill to a quick [G] line of blood.
But last of all of the [C] seven leaders, I'll sing [G] the praise of James [D] Conley.
The voice [G] of labour, [D] the [C] voice of justice, who gave [D] his life that men might [G] be free.
[Am] [C] In 1913, the boss [D] was rich and the [G] poor were slaves.
The women working and the [C] children hungry, the nun [D] came larking like a [G] mighty white.
The workman cringed when the [C] bossman pondered.
[G] Seventy hours was his [D] weekly job.
He asked [G] for little and [C] less was granted.
Less [D] getting little, he'd ask [G] for more.
But on came Larkin in [C]
1913, a [D] mighty man with a [G] mighty tongue.
The voice of labour, the [C] voice of justice, and he [D] was gifted and he [G] was young.
God sent Larkin in [C] 1913, a [G] labour man with a [D] union tongue.
He [G] raised the worker and [C] gave him courage.
He was [D] their hero, the [G] worker's son.
In the month of August, the [C]
bossman told us no [D] union man for him [G] could work.
We stunned by Larkin and told [C] the bossman we'd [D] fight or die, but we would [G] not shirk.
Eight months we fought and eight months [C] we starved.
We stunned [G] by Larkin through thick and [D] thin.
But [G] foodless homes and the crying [C] children, they broke [D] our hearts and we could [G] not weep.
Then Larkin left us, we seemed [C]
defeated.
The [D] night was black for the [G] workers.
But on came Conley with new [C] hope and counsel.
His motto [D] was that we'd rise [G] again.
In 1916 in [C] Dublin City, the [G] English soldier they burned.
[D]
They shelled [G] the buildings and shot [C] our leaders.
The harp [D] was buried beneath [G] the crown.
They shot MacDermot and [C] Pierce and Plunkett.
They shot [D]
MacDonagh and [G] Clark the Brown.
From Bleak Kilmainham they took [C] their bodies to [D] Arbor Hill to a quick [G] line of blood.
But last of all of the [C] seven leaders, I'll sing [G] the praise of James [D] Conley.
The voice [G] of labour, [D] the [C] voice of justice, who gave [D] his life that men might [G] be free.
Key:
G
D
C
Am
G
D
C
Am
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_ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ [C] In 1913, the boss [D] was rich and the [G] poor were slaves.
The women working and the [C] children _ hungry, the nun [D] came larking like a [G] mighty white. _
_ The workman cringed when the [C] bossman pondered.
_ [G] Seventy hours was his [D] weekly job. _
He asked [G] for little and [C] less was granted.
Less [D] getting little, _ he'd ask [G] for more. _
_ But on came _ Larkin in _ [C] _
1913, a [D] mighty man with a [G] mighty tongue.
_ The voice of labour, the [C] voice of justice, and he [D] was gifted and he [G] was young. _
_ God sent _ Larkin in [C] _ _ 1913, a [G] labour man with a [D] union tongue. _
He [G] raised the worker and [C] gave him courage.
He was [D] their hero, the [G] worker's son. _ _
_ _ In the month of _ August, the [C]
bossman told us no [D] union man for him [G] could work.
_ We stunned by _ Larkin and told [C] the bossman we'd [D] fight or die, but we would [G] not shirk.
_ Eight months we fought and eight months [C] we starved.
We stunned [G] by Larkin through thick and [D] thin.
_ But [G] foodless homes and the crying [C] _ children, they broke [D] our hearts and we could [G] not weep. _
_ _ Then Larkin left us, we seemed [C]
defeated.
_ The [D] night was black for the [G] workers. _
_ _ But on came Conley with new [C] hope and counsel.
His motto [D] was that we'd rise [G] again.
_ In _ _ _ 1916 in [C] Dublin City, _ the [G] English _ soldier they burned.
[D] _ _ _
They shelled [G] the buildings and shot [C] our leaders.
The harp [D] was buried beneath [G] the crown. _
_ _ They shot _ MacDermot and [C] Pierce and Plunkett.
They shot [D] _ _
MacDonagh and [G] Clark the Brown.
_ From Bleak _ _ Kilmainham they took [C] their bodies to [D] Arbor Hill to a quick [G] line of blood.
But last of all of the [C] seven leaders, I'll sing [G] the praise of James [D] Conley. _ _
The voice [G] of labour, [D] the [C] voice of justice, who gave [D] his life that men might [G] be free.
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ [C] In 1913, the boss [D] was rich and the [G] poor were slaves.
The women working and the [C] children _ hungry, the nun [D] came larking like a [G] mighty white. _
_ The workman cringed when the [C] bossman pondered.
_ [G] Seventy hours was his [D] weekly job. _
He asked [G] for little and [C] less was granted.
Less [D] getting little, _ he'd ask [G] for more. _
_ But on came _ Larkin in _ [C] _
1913, a [D] mighty man with a [G] mighty tongue.
_ The voice of labour, the [C] voice of justice, and he [D] was gifted and he [G] was young. _
_ God sent _ Larkin in [C] _ _ 1913, a [G] labour man with a [D] union tongue. _
He [G] raised the worker and [C] gave him courage.
He was [D] their hero, the [G] worker's son. _ _
_ _ In the month of _ August, the [C]
bossman told us no [D] union man for him [G] could work.
_ We stunned by _ Larkin and told [C] the bossman we'd [D] fight or die, but we would [G] not shirk.
_ Eight months we fought and eight months [C] we starved.
We stunned [G] by Larkin through thick and [D] thin.
_ But [G] foodless homes and the crying [C] _ children, they broke [D] our hearts and we could [G] not weep. _
_ _ Then Larkin left us, we seemed [C]
defeated.
_ The [D] night was black for the [G] workers. _
_ _ But on came Conley with new [C] hope and counsel.
His motto [D] was that we'd rise [G] again.
_ In _ _ _ 1916 in [C] Dublin City, _ the [G] English _ soldier they burned.
[D] _ _ _
They shelled [G] the buildings and shot [C] our leaders.
The harp [D] was buried beneath [G] the crown. _
_ _ They shot _ MacDermot and [C] Pierce and Plunkett.
They shot [D] _ _
MacDonagh and [G] Clark the Brown.
_ From Bleak _ _ Kilmainham they took [C] their bodies to [D] Arbor Hill to a quick [G] line of blood.
But last of all of the [C] seven leaders, I'll sing [G] the praise of James [D] Conley. _ _
The voice [G] of labour, [D] the [C] voice of justice, who gave [D] his life that men might [G] be free.
_ _ _ _ _ _
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