Chords for Francie Brolly - The H-Block song
Tempo:
121.45 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Bb
Ab
Cm
Fm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Eb]
[Bb] [Eb]
I am a proud [Ab] young Irishman, [Bb] in Ulster's hills my [Eb] life began.
A happy [Cm]
boy [Fm] through green fields ran, [Bb] and kept [Gm] God's and [D]
man's law.
But [Eb]
when my age [Ab] was barely ten, [Bb] my country's wrongs were told [Eb] again
by tens [Cm] of thousands [Ab] marching men, [Bb] and my heart stirred [Eb] to the cause.
So I'll wear no [Ab] convict's [Eb] uniform, nor meekly [Bb] serve my time.
[Eb] That Britain might, [Ab] brand Ireland's [Eb] fight, be atoned the [Bb] years [Eb] of crime.
I learned of [Ab] centuries of strife, [Bb] of cruel laws, injustice [Eb] rife.
I saw now [Cm] in [Fm] [Ab] my own young life, [Bb] the fruits of foreign [Fm] sway.
[Bb]
[Eb] Protestors threatened, [Ab] tortured, maimed, [Bb] division nurtured.
Passions [Eb] flamed, [Cm] our traits provoked, [Ab] rights caused defamed.
[Bb] This is the [Eb] conqueror's way.
I'll wear no [Ab] convict's [Eb] uniform, nor meekly [Bb] serve my time.
[Eb] That Britain might, [Ab] brand [Eb] Ireland's fight, be atoned the [Bb] years [Eb] of crime.
Descendant of [Ab] proud Connacht clan, [Bb] Concanon serves cruel [Eb] Britain's clan.
[Cm] [Fm] Man's inhumanity to [Ab] man [Bb] has [Gm] spawned a [Fm] trusty slave.
[Bb]
[Eb] No strangers are [Ab] these bolts and locks.
[Bb] No new design these dark [Eb]-heat blocks.
Black Cromwell [Cm] lives, while [Fm] Mason stops [Bb] the bully, taunts [Eb] the brave.
But I'll wear no [Ab] convict's [Eb] uniform, nor meekly serve [Bb] my time.
[Eb] That Britain might, [Ab] brand [Eb] Ireland's fight, be atoned the [Bb] years of [Eb] crime.
Does Britain [Ab] need a thousand years [Bb] of protest, riot, [Eb] death and tears?
Our world [Cm] is past [Fm] thecade of [Ab] fears, [Bb] of fated [Gm]
decades.
[Bb] To
[Eb] [Ab] Ireland's agony, [Bb] new hope for human [Eb] dignity.
And will [Cm] the last [Fm] [Ab] obscenity [Bb] be this grim-hidged [Eb] block cell?
But I'll wear no [Ab] convict's [Eb] uniform, nor meekly serve [Bb] my time.
[Eb] That Britain might, [Ab] brand [Eb] Ireland's fight, be atoned [Bb] the years [Eb] of crime.
[Ab] [Eb] [N]
[Bb] [Eb]
I am a proud [Ab] young Irishman, [Bb] in Ulster's hills my [Eb] life began.
A happy [Cm]
boy [Fm] through green fields ran, [Bb] and kept [Gm] God's and [D]
man's law.
But [Eb]
when my age [Ab] was barely ten, [Bb] my country's wrongs were told [Eb] again
by tens [Cm] of thousands [Ab] marching men, [Bb] and my heart stirred [Eb] to the cause.
So I'll wear no [Ab] convict's [Eb] uniform, nor meekly [Bb] serve my time.
[Eb] That Britain might, [Ab] brand Ireland's [Eb] fight, be atoned the [Bb] years [Eb] of crime.
I learned of [Ab] centuries of strife, [Bb] of cruel laws, injustice [Eb] rife.
I saw now [Cm] in [Fm] [Ab] my own young life, [Bb] the fruits of foreign [Fm] sway.
[Bb]
[Eb] Protestors threatened, [Ab] tortured, maimed, [Bb] division nurtured.
Passions [Eb] flamed, [Cm] our traits provoked, [Ab] rights caused defamed.
[Bb] This is the [Eb] conqueror's way.
I'll wear no [Ab] convict's [Eb] uniform, nor meekly [Bb] serve my time.
[Eb] That Britain might, [Ab] brand [Eb] Ireland's fight, be atoned the [Bb] years [Eb] of crime.
Descendant of [Ab] proud Connacht clan, [Bb] Concanon serves cruel [Eb] Britain's clan.
[Cm] [Fm] Man's inhumanity to [Ab] man [Bb] has [Gm] spawned a [Fm] trusty slave.
[Bb]
[Eb] No strangers are [Ab] these bolts and locks.
[Bb] No new design these dark [Eb]-heat blocks.
Black Cromwell [Cm] lives, while [Fm] Mason stops [Bb] the bully, taunts [Eb] the brave.
But I'll wear no [Ab] convict's [Eb] uniform, nor meekly serve [Bb] my time.
[Eb] That Britain might, [Ab] brand [Eb] Ireland's fight, be atoned the [Bb] years of [Eb] crime.
Does Britain [Ab] need a thousand years [Bb] of protest, riot, [Eb] death and tears?
Our world [Cm] is past [Fm] thecade of [Ab] fears, [Bb] of fated [Gm]
decades.
[Bb] To
[Eb] [Ab] Ireland's agony, [Bb] new hope for human [Eb] dignity.
And will [Cm] the last [Fm] [Ab] obscenity [Bb] be this grim-hidged [Eb] block cell?
But I'll wear no [Ab] convict's [Eb] uniform, nor meekly serve [Bb] my time.
[Eb] That Britain might, [Ab] brand [Eb] Ireland's fight, be atoned [Bb] the years [Eb] of crime.
[Ab] [Eb] [N]
Key:
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Cm
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[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _
_ I am a proud [Ab] young _ _ _ Irishman, [Bb] in _ Ulster's hills my _ [Eb] life began.
A happy _ [Cm]
boy [Fm] through green fields ran, [Bb] and kept [Gm] God's and [D]
man's law.
_ But [Eb] _ _
when my age [Ab] was barely _ ten, _ [Bb] my _ country's wrongs were told [Eb] again _
by tens [Cm] of thousands _ [Ab] marching _ _ men, [Bb] and my heart stirred _ [Eb] to the cause.
So _ I'll wear no _ _ [Ab] convict's _ _ [Eb] uniform, nor _ meekly _ [Bb] serve my _ _ time.
_ [Eb] That Britain _ _ might, [Ab] brand _ Ireland's [Eb] fight, be _ atoned the [Bb] _ years [Eb] of crime.
_ _ _ I learned of _ _ [Ab] centuries _ of strife, [Bb] of cruel _ _ laws, injustice _ [Eb] rife.
I saw now [Cm] in _ [Fm] [Ab] my own young _ life, [Bb] the fruits of _ foreign [Fm] sway.
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _
[Eb] _ _ Protestors threatened, _ [Ab] tortured, _ _ maimed, [Bb] division _ _ _ nurtured.
_ Passions [Eb] flamed, [Cm] our traits provoked, [Ab] rights _ caused defamed.
[Bb] This is the _ [Eb] conqueror's _ way.
_ I'll _ wear no _ [Ab] convict's _ _ [Eb] uniform, nor _ meekly _ [Bb] serve my _ time.
_ _ [Eb] That Britain _ might, [Ab] brand _ [Eb] Ireland's fight, be _ atoned the [Bb] years [Eb] of crime. _ _ _ _ _ _
Descendant of [Ab] proud _ Connacht clan, _ [Bb] _ Concanon _ serves cruel _ [Eb] Britain's clan. _ _
_ _ [Cm] _ _ [Fm] Man's inhumanity to [Ab] man [Bb] has _ [Gm] spawned a _ [Fm] trusty slave.
_ [Bb] _ _
[Eb] No strangers _ are [Ab] these bolts and locks.
[Bb] No new _ design these _ dark [Eb]-heat blocks.
Black Cromwell [Cm] _ lives, while [Fm] Mason _ _ stops [Bb] the bully, _ taunts [Eb] the brave.
_ _ But I'll wear no _ _ [Ab] convict's _ _ [Eb] uniform, nor _ meekly serve [Bb] my _ _ _ time.
[Eb] That Britain _ might, [Ab] brand _ [Eb] Ireland's fight, be atoned the [Bb] years of [Eb] crime.
_ _ _ Does Britain _ _ [Ab] need a thousand _ years [Bb] of protest, riot, _ _ _ [Eb] death and _ tears?
Our world [Cm] is past [Fm] _ thecade of [Ab] fears, [Bb] of fated [Gm] _ _
decades.
[Bb] _ _ To _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] Ireland's _ agony, _ [Bb] new hope for human _ _ [Eb] dignity. _
_ And will [Cm] the last [Fm] _ _ _ [Ab] obscenity [Bb] be this grim-hidged [Eb] block cell?
But _ I'll wear no _ [Ab] convict's _ [Eb] uniform, _ nor _ meekly serve [Bb] my _ _ _ time.
[Eb] That Britain _ might, [Ab] brand _ [Eb] Ireland's fight, be _ atoned [Bb] the _ years [Eb] of crime.
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _
_ I am a proud [Ab] young _ _ _ Irishman, [Bb] in _ Ulster's hills my _ [Eb] life began.
A happy _ [Cm]
boy [Fm] through green fields ran, [Bb] and kept [Gm] God's and [D]
man's law.
_ But [Eb] _ _
when my age [Ab] was barely _ ten, _ [Bb] my _ country's wrongs were told [Eb] again _
by tens [Cm] of thousands _ [Ab] marching _ _ men, [Bb] and my heart stirred _ [Eb] to the cause.
So _ I'll wear no _ _ [Ab] convict's _ _ [Eb] uniform, nor _ meekly _ [Bb] serve my _ _ time.
_ [Eb] That Britain _ _ might, [Ab] brand _ Ireland's [Eb] fight, be _ atoned the [Bb] _ years [Eb] of crime.
_ _ _ I learned of _ _ [Ab] centuries _ of strife, [Bb] of cruel _ _ laws, injustice _ [Eb] rife.
I saw now [Cm] in _ [Fm] [Ab] my own young _ life, [Bb] the fruits of _ foreign [Fm] sway.
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _
[Eb] _ _ Protestors threatened, _ [Ab] tortured, _ _ maimed, [Bb] division _ _ _ nurtured.
_ Passions [Eb] flamed, [Cm] our traits provoked, [Ab] rights _ caused defamed.
[Bb] This is the _ [Eb] conqueror's _ way.
_ I'll _ wear no _ [Ab] convict's _ _ [Eb] uniform, nor _ meekly _ [Bb] serve my _ time.
_ _ [Eb] That Britain _ might, [Ab] brand _ [Eb] Ireland's fight, be _ atoned the [Bb] years [Eb] of crime. _ _ _ _ _ _
Descendant of [Ab] proud _ Connacht clan, _ [Bb] _ Concanon _ serves cruel _ [Eb] Britain's clan. _ _
_ _ [Cm] _ _ [Fm] Man's inhumanity to [Ab] man [Bb] has _ [Gm] spawned a _ [Fm] trusty slave.
_ [Bb] _ _
[Eb] No strangers _ are [Ab] these bolts and locks.
[Bb] No new _ design these _ dark [Eb]-heat blocks.
Black Cromwell [Cm] _ lives, while [Fm] Mason _ _ stops [Bb] the bully, _ taunts [Eb] the brave.
_ _ But I'll wear no _ _ [Ab] convict's _ _ [Eb] uniform, nor _ meekly serve [Bb] my _ _ _ time.
[Eb] That Britain _ might, [Ab] brand _ [Eb] Ireland's fight, be atoned the [Bb] years of [Eb] crime.
_ _ _ Does Britain _ _ [Ab] need a thousand _ years [Bb] of protest, riot, _ _ _ [Eb] death and _ tears?
Our world [Cm] is past [Fm] _ thecade of [Ab] fears, [Bb] of fated [Gm] _ _
decades.
[Bb] _ _ To _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] Ireland's _ agony, _ [Bb] new hope for human _ _ [Eb] dignity. _
_ And will [Cm] the last [Fm] _ _ _ [Ab] obscenity [Bb] be this grim-hidged [Eb] block cell?
But _ I'll wear no _ [Ab] convict's _ [Eb] uniform, _ nor _ meekly serve [Bb] my _ _ _ time.
[Eb] That Britain _ might, [Ab] brand _ [Eb] Ireland's fight, be _ atoned [Bb] the _ years [Eb] of crime.
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _