Joe McDonnell Wolfe Tones
Oh me name is Joe McDo[G]nnell, from Belfast town I c[C]ame,[G]
That ci[C]ty I will ne[G]ver see agai[D]n.
[G]For in the town of Belfast I spe[C]nt many happ[G]y days,
I l[C]ove that town in o[G]h so many wa[D]ys.
For it's th[Am]ere I sp[C]ent my ch[Am]ildhood and fo[C]und for me a wi[G]fe,
I t[Am]hen set out to m[C]ake for h[G]er a li[D]fe.
But a[G]ll my young ambitions, met with b[C]itterness and ha[G]te,
I soon f[C]ound myself insi[G]de a prison ga[D]te.
Chorus
And you [Am]dare c[C]all me a [Am]terrorist while [C]you look down your [G]gun,
When I [Am]think of all the [C]deeds that you [G]have d[D]one.
You had p[G]lundered many nations divided many lands,
You had t[C]errorised their [Am]people, you ruled w[C]ith an iron h[D]and,
And you [G]brought this reign of [C]terror, to my l[D]and.
Through those m[G]any months internment in the m[C]aidstone and the [G]maze,
I th[C]ought about my [G]land throught those d[D]ays.
Why my c[G]ountry was divided, why [C]I was now in j[G]ail,
Imp[C]risoned without [G]crime or without t[D]rial.
And t[Am]hough I l[C]ove my c[Am]ountry, I am [C]not a bitter [G]man,
I've seen [Am]cruelty and inj[C]ustice [G]at first [D]hand
So t[G]hen one faithful morning I s[C]hook bold freedom's h[G]and
For [C]right or wrong I'd t[G]ried to free my l[D]and.
Chorus
And you [Am]dare c[C]all me a [Am]terrorist while [C]you look down your [G]gun,
When I [Am]think of all the [C]deeds that you [G]have d[D]one.
You had p[G]lundered many nations divided many lands,
You had t[C]errorised their [Am]people, you ruled w[C]ith an iron h[D]and,
And you [G]brought this reign of [C]terror, to my l[D]and.
Then one [G]cold October morning, t[C]rapped in a lion's [G]den,
I f[C]ound myself in [G]prison once ag[D]ain.
I was com[G]mitted to the H-Blocks, for [C]14 years or mo[G]re,
And the[C] blanket, and con[G]dition, they were [D]poor.
Then a [Am]hunger s[C]trike we [Am]did commence, for the [C]dignity of [G]man,
But it [Am]seemed to me that [C]no one [G]gave a [D]dam.
But [G]now I am a saddened man, I [C]watched my comrades d[G]ie,
If [C]only people [G]cared or wondered [D]why.
Chorus
And you [Am]dare c[C]all me a [Am]terrorist while [C]you look down your [G]gun,
When I [Am]think of all the [C]deeds that you [G]have d[D]one.
You had p[G]lundered many nations divided many lands,
You had t[C]errorised their [Am]people, you ruled w[C]ith an iron h[D]and,
And you [G]brought this reign of [C]terror, to my l[D]and.
May [G]God shine on you Bobby Sands for the c[C]ourage you have [G]shown,
May your g[C]lory and your f[G]ame be widely k[D]nown.
And F[G]rancis Hughes and Ray McCreesh, who [C]died unselfishl[G]y,
And [C]Patsy O'Hara and the n[G]ext in line is [D]me.
And t[G]hose who lie behind me, may your c[C]ourage be the [G]same,
And I [Am]pray to God my l[C]ife is [G]not in va[D]in.
Ah but [G]sad and bitter was the year of [C]198[G]1,
For e[C]verything I've l[G]ost and nothing's [D]won.
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