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[Intro ] Em x4
[Verso 1]
Em D C Em A story not often told D C Em Not of the brave nor the bould D C A tale of those starved of life Em D Em Many a man who lost a wife D C Penned by the coloniser's hand Em D C Em They blamed our deaths on the land D C Know that pen bore a lie Em D Em It wasn't a famine, it was geno-cide Em x4
[Refrão]
Em Tried to bury our language G Our young left on ships D While he filled his larder Em Trevelyan, the fat prick G A garden of grain for the royals, the Brits D While he starved all the West Em Trevelyan, the fat prick Em Trevelyan, the fat prick
[Pós-Refrão]
G The Famine D Em The Famine
[Verso 2]
Em D C A story not often told Em D C Em Of a nation not bought but sold D C Our golden corn shipped away Em D C Our truth tellers they were thrown in jail Em D Em Our truth tellers sent to Botany Bay Em x4
[Refrão]
Em Tried to bury our language G Our young left on ships D While he filled his larder Em Trevelyan, the fat prick G A garden of grain for the royals, the Brits D While he starved all the West Em Trevelyan, the fat prick Em Trevelyan, the fat prick
[Pós-Refrão]
G The Famine D Em The Famine G The Famine D Em The Famine
[Refrão]
Em Tried to bury our language G Our young left on ships D While he filled his larder Em Trevelyan, the fat prick G A garden of grain for the royals, the Brits D Drove us to the drink Em Trevelyan, the fat prick Em Trevelyan, the fat prick Em Trevelyan, the fat prick
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