The Starry Plough Lyrics And Guitar Chords
By The Druids Irish Rebel Band. This is the latest release from one of Ireland's finest ballad groups. The Druids are -Gary Lawlor-Mick O'Brien-Paddy Managan-Darren Egan Management..Alan Donohoe. I first heard The Druids when they played back up for Charlie And The Bhoys in my local G.A.A. Clubhouse in Swords Dublin. The first thing that impressed me about the group was the sheer passion for their songs, they give it one hundred percent on stage. That was only 2 years ago and they have made huge progress since, no more do they need to play second fiddle to anybody, in fact a lot of ballad groups could play second fiddle to The Druids
[G]Rise up the[Em] starry [C]plough in James [D]Connollys name
Rise [G]up the starry [Em]plough for his[C] glory and his [D]fame
He [G]joined the transport [Em]union , so [C]workers could be[D] free
He [G]fought for Irish[Em] freedom, for the[C] likes of you and[D] me
James Connolly came from Scotland , a rebel to the core,
He wanted not just freedom , but socialisim and more
He said when we gain our freedom , from Englands cruel hands,
We'll have to fight the bankers , we'll have to make a stand,
CHORUS
He held his life for liberty in the GPO,
He held his life for freedom , and he would not let it go
we'll the brits , they bombarded them and they smashed them brick by brick
He held his life for freedom, and the socialist republic
CHORUS
Connolly is a hero , and they shot him in a chair
They took him from the hospital, and those who were there
We'll they set his lips on fire, on that easter morn
As the bullet pierced his heart , an Irish martar was born
What will his legacy be , now in this land of mine
Where nothing has a reason, and little has arrived
We fought the yews in Wexford , we drove out the black n tans
Now we fight the bankers, and there greasy hands
CHORUS
Rise [G]up the starry [Em]plough for his[C] glory and his [D]fame
He [G]joined the transport [Em]union , so [C]workers could be[D] free
He [G]fought for Irish[Em] freedom, for the[C] likes of you and[D] me
James Connolly came from Scotland , a rebel to the core,
He wanted not just freedom , but socialisim and more
He said when we gain our freedom , from Englands cruel hands,
We'll have to fight the bankers , we'll have to make a stand,
CHORUS
He held his life for liberty in the GPO,
He held his life for freedom , and he would not let it go
we'll the brits , they bombarded them and they smashed them brick by brick
He held his life for freedom, and the socialist republic
CHORUS
Connolly is a hero , and they shot him in a chair
They took him from the hospital, and those who were there
We'll they set his lips on fire, on that easter morn
As the bullet pierced his heart , an Irish martar was born
What will his legacy be , now in this land of mine
Where nothing has a reason, and little has arrived
We fought the yews in Wexford , we drove out the black n tans
Now we fight the bankers, and there greasy hands
CHORUS
