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The Great Hunger

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The Great Hunger Song Lyrics And Guitar Chords. Written by John Gibbs. A song about The Irish pototo blight that started in 1847 and continued until 1852. We Irish were almost totally reliant on potatoes as nourishment that when the blight came there was precious little other food left to eat in rural Ireland. Over one million people died of starvation and disease and as many more emigrated in coffin ships. During this time vast quanties of food was been exported by British landlords in Ireland to England.There are many songs written about this period of Irish history but this one by John Gibbs is one of the finest I have heard. John also wrote Irish Ways And Irish Laws which was recorded by Christy Moore and also by Sinead O'Connor.

Intro, Bridge and Outro: D-D-A-A   D-D-A-A

In (D)eighteen forty-five the blight came
(A)tearing at potato (D)fields
Black as night potatoes withered
(A)Dying never more to (D)yield
Confiscated wheat and barley
(A)Left the shore to cross the (D)sea
Leaving nothing for the people
But (A)tides of pain and mise(D)ry.

In (D)eighteen forty-six oppression
(A)Flooded right across the (D)land
Sweeping poverty the tyrant
(A)Crushing with his ruling (D)hand
Those who could not pay evicted
(A)Thrown out, to the ways and (D)lanes
Hunger like a river flowing
(A)Through the valleys and the (D)plains.

In (D)early eighteen forty-seven
(A)Coffin boats they start to (D)sail
Leaving Sligo overcrowded
(A)Destined for Ameri(D)ca
Destitute they left the mainland
(A)Dreaming of their desti(D)ny
Many of them died like vermin
(A)Buried in the deep cold (D)sea.

In (D)eighteen forty-eight the sky was
(A)Blacker than was ever (D)seen
Hanging low above the country
(A)Dealing out her blackest (D)queen
Food was plenty for the gentry
(A)Fever raging through the (D)fold
Hoping that the coming winter
(A)Burn the demon from the (D)ground.

In (D)eighteen forty-nine more than
(A)Two million people dead or (D)gone
Diseased and starving homeless people
(A)Doing their best to carry (D)on
Voices calling through the country
(A)Come and change your desti(D)ny
Dreaming of the flower so pretty
The (A)purple white on fields of (D)green.


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