The Men Behind The Wire, Lyrics And Chords
Written by Paddy McGuigan from The Barleycorn and recorded by The Wolfe Tones. Pat was interned just for writing Irish songs in Ireland, The video is of Barleycorn singing The Men Behind The Wire, the original recording.The Barleycorn's single of this tune has sold more copies than any other single record in the history of Ireland. The Irish, who number slightly more than four million, bought over 250,000 copies of this single; its closest competition sold approximately 47,000. In terms of our population, the record would have sold an unprecedented 11 million copies. Brian McCormick, base guitar, sings the lead on this song. Written by Paddy McGuigan, (as are many of the tunes done by The Barleycorn) this song has been recorded by scores of Irish ballad singers both here and abroad.
[C]Armored cars and[Am] tanks and guns[G],came to take[C] away
But[C] every man must[F] stand behind,the[C] men be[G]hind the[C] wire
In[C] the little[F] streets of Belfast,[C]in the dark of[G] early morn,
[C]British solders[F] came a running,[C]wrecking little [G]homes with[C] scorn,
Here[C] the sobs of[F] crying children,[C]dragging fathers[G] from their beds,
[C]Watch the scene as[F] helpless mothers,[C]watch the blood[G] fall from their[C] heads,
Not for them a judge or jury,nor for them a crime at all,
Being Irish means they'r guilty,so were guilty one and all,
Around the world the truth will echo,Cromwell's men are here again,
England's name again is sullied,in the eyes of honest men.
Proudly march behind our banner,proudly march behind our men,
We will have them free to help us,build a nation once again,
All the people step togeather,proudly firmly on our way,
Never fear or never falter till the boys come home to stay.
Here are the guitar chords as played by The Wolfe Tones.
[F]Armored cars and tanks and guns[C],came to take[F] away our sons,
But every man must[Bb] stand behind,the[C] men behind the[C] wire
[F]In the little[Bb] streets of Belfast,[F]in the dark of[C] early morn,
[F]British solders[Gm] came a running,[F]wrecking little homes with scorn,
Here the sobs of[Bb] crying children,[F]dragging fathers[C] from their beds,
[F]Watch the scene as helpless mothers,watch the blood fall [C]from their[F] heads,