Chords for The Wolfe Tones James Connolly

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_ _ _ _ _ A great crowd had gathered _ [F] outside [C] of Kilmainham, [F] Their heads [C] all uncovered, [G] they knelt to the _ ground.
_ For [C] inside that grim prison [F] lay a brave [C] Irish soldier, [F] His life for his country [G] about to [C] lay _ down.
_ He _ went to his death [F] like a true son [C] of Ireland, [F] The _ [C] firing party [G] he bravely did _ face.
_ [C] Then the order rang out, [F] present _ [C] arms and fire, [F] James Connolly [C] fell into [G] a ready [C]-made quay. _ _ _
The black flag was hoisted, [F] the cruel deed [C] was over, _ [F] Gone [C] was the man [G] who loved Ireland so _ _ well.
There [C] was many a sad heart [F] in Dublin _ [C]
that morning, When [F] they murdered [C] James Connolly, [G] the Irish [C] rebel. _ _
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_ _ God's curse on you England, [F] you cruel [C]-hearted monster, [F] Your deeds they [C] would shame [G] all the devils in _ hell.
_ There [C] are no flowers blooming, [F] but the shamrock [C] is growing, On the [F] grave [C] of James Connolly, [G] the Irish [C] rebel. _
_ _ The _ folk-courts at Dublin, [F] the English [C] bombarded, [F] The spirit [C] of freedom _ [G] they tried hard to _ quell. _
[C] But above all the din rose [F] the cry, no [C] _ surrender, _ _ _ T'was [F] the voice _ of [C] James _ [Am] Connolly, _ _ [G] the _ Irish [C] rebel.
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