D                      G
In Dublin City in Nineteen Thirteen
            A                      D
The boss was rich And The Poor Were Slaves
   D                              G
The Women Working And The Children Hungry
            A                    D
Then On Came Larkin Like A Mighty Wave
           A                      Em
The Workman Cringed As The Bossman Thundered
       D                    A
Seventy Hours Was His Weekly Chore
            D                   G
He Asked For Little And Less Was Granted
            A                   D
Lest Getting Little He'd Ask For More

[Verse]
   D                          G
But On Came Larkin In Nineteen Thirteen
        A                 D
A Mighty Man With A Mighty Tongue
   D                            G
The Voice Of Labour The Voice Of Justice
          A                 D
And He Was Gifted And He Was Young
        A                  Em
God Sent Larkin In Nineteen Thirteen
        D                A
A Labour Man With A Union Tongue
  D                              G
He Raised The Worker And Gave Him Courage
  A                        D
He Was Their Hero A Workers Son

[Verse]
  D                               G
In The Month Of August The Bossman Told Us
        A                 D
No Union Man For Him Could Work
  D                            G
We Stood By Larkin And Told The Bossman
    A                             D
We'd Fight Or Die But We Would Not Shirk
               A                          Em
Eight Months We Fought And Eight Months We Starved
           D                        A
We Stood By Larkin Through Thick And Thin
   D                             G
But Foodless Homes And The Crying Children
    A                                 D
They Broke Our Hearts And We Could Not Win

[Verse]
    D                        G
Then Larkin Left Us We Seemed Defeated
             A                    D
The Night Was Black For The Working Man
   D                                  G
But On Came Connelly With New Hope And Council
   A                        D
His Motto Was That We'd Rise Again
           A                Em
In Nineteen Sixteen In Dublin City
           D                        A
The English Soldiers They Burned Our Town
                D                      G
They Shelled Our Buildings And Shot Our Leaders
            A                 D
The Harp Was Buried Beneath The Crown

[Verse]
         D                        G
They Shot McDermott And Pearse And Plunkett
         A                       D
They Shot McDonagh And Clarke The Brave
    D                                G
From Bleak Kilmainham They Took Their Bodies
         A                   D
To Arbour Hill To A Quicklime Grave
   A                       Em
But Last Of All Of The Seven Leaders
             D               A
I'll Sing The Praise Of James Connolly
            D                   G
The Voice Of Labour The Voice Of Justice
            A                      D
Who Gave His Life That Men Might Be Free