Joe Mcdonnell chords

[VERSE 1]
O me [G]name is Joe McDonnell, from [C]Belfast town I [G]came
That [C]city I will [G]never see agai[D]n
For [G]in the town of Belfast I spent[C] many happy [G]days
I [C]love that town in [G]oh so many [D]ways
For it's [Am]there I [C]spent my [Am]childhood and [C]found for me a [G]wife
I [Am]then set out to [C]make for [G]her a li[D]fe
But [G]all my young ambitions met with [C]bitterness and [G]hate
I soon [C]found myself [G]inside a prison [D]gate

[CHORUS]

And you da[Am]re ca[C]ll me a te[Am]rrorist while yo[C]u look down your gu[G]n
When I th[Am]ink of all the de[C]eds that yo[G]u have do[D]ne
You had pl[G]undered many nations divided many lands
You had te[C]rrorised their pe[Am]oples you ruled wi[C]th an iron ha[D]nd
And you br[G]ought this reign of te[C]rror to my la[D]nd

Through those ma[G]ny months internment In the M[C]aidstone and the Maz[G]e
I thou[C]ght about my la[G]nd throughout those da[D]ys
Why my coun[G]try was divided, why [C]I was now in ja[G]il
Impri[C]soned without cri[G]me or without [D]trial
And th[Am]ough I l[C]ove my cou[Am]ntry I am n[C]ot a bitter m[G]an
I've seen cr[Am]uelty and inj[C]ustice at f[G]irst h[D]and
So then one fa[Am]teful mo[C]rning I s[Am]hook bold fr[C]eedom's h[G]and
For right[C] or wrong I'd[G] try to free my [D]land

[CHORUS]
And you da[Am]re ca[C]ll me a te[Am]rrorist while yo[C]u look down your gu[G]n
When I th[Am]ink of all the de[C]eds that yo[G]u have do[D]ne
You had pl[G]undered many nations divided many lands
You had te[C]rrorised their pe[Am]oples you ruled wi[C]th an iron ha[D]nd
And you br[G]ought this reign of te[C]rror to my la[D]nd

Then one c[G]old October morning tra[C]pped in a lion's [G]den
I fou[C]nd myself in pr[G]ison once agai[D]n
I was com[G]mitted to the H-blocks for fou[C]rteen years or m[G]ore
Oh the Bl[C]ankest the con[G]ditions they were po[D]or
Then a hu[Am]nger str[C]ike we [Am]did commence f[C]or the dignity of [G]man
But it se[Am]emed to me that [C]no one ga[G]ve a dam[D]n
But n[G]ow, I'm a saddened man I've watc[C]hed my comrades[G] die
If on[C]ly people car[G]ed or wondered w[D]hy

[CHORUS]

And you da[Am]re ca[C]ll me a te[Am]rrorist while yo[C]u look down your gu[G]n
When I th[Am]ink of all the de[C]eds that yo[G]u have do[D]ne
You had pl[G]undered many nations divided many lands
You had te[C]rrorised their pe[Am]oples you ruled wi[C]th an iron ha[D]nd
And you br[G]ought this reign of te[C]rror to my la[D]nd

May God sh[G]ine on you Bobby Sands for the co[C]urage you have sh[G]own
May your g[C]lory and your f[G]ame be widely [D]known
And Fr[G]ancis Hughes and R[C]ay McCreesh who d[G]ied unselfishly
And Pa[C]tsy O Hara and the n[G]ext in line is [D]me
And t[Am]hose who l[C]ie beh[Am]ind me may you're c[C]ourage be the s[G]ame
And I p[Am]ray to God my l[C]ife is [G]not in v[D]ain
Ah but s[G]ad and bitter was the y[C]ear of 19[G]81
For [C]everything I've l[G]ost and nothing's wo[D]n