The Dubliners – James Larkin (Guitar)

[Intro]
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In Dublin City in nineteen thirteen

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The boss was rich and the poor were slaves

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The women working and children starving

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Then on came Larkin like a mighty wave

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The workers cringed when the boss man thundered

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Seventy hours was his weekly chore

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He asked for little and less was granted

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Lest given little then he'd ask for more

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In the month of August the boss man told us

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No union man for him could work

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We stood by Larkin and told the boss man

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We'd fight or die, but we wouldn't shirk

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Eight months we fought and eight months we starved

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We stood by Larkin through thick and thin

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But foodless homes and the crying of children

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It broke our hearts, we just couldn't win

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Then Larkin left us, we seemed defeated

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The night was black for the working man

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But on came Connolly with new hope and counsel

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His motto was that we'd rise again

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In nineteen sixteen in Dublin City

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The English soldiers they burnt our town

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The shelled our buildings and shot our leaders

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The Harp was buried 'neath the bloody crown

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They shot McDermott and Pearse and Plunkett

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They shot McDonagh and Clarke the brave

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From bleak Kilmainham they took Ceannt's body

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To Arbour Hill and a quicklime grave

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But last of all of the seven heroes

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I sing the praise of James Connolly

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The voice of justice, the voice of freedom

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He gave his life, that man might be free

[Outro]
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