Lyrics to James Connolly
The man was all shot through that came today into the Barrack Square
And a soldier I, I am not proud to say that we killed him there
They brought him from the prison hospital and to see him in that chair
I swear his smile would, would far more quickly call a man to prayer
Maybe, maybe I don't understand this thing that makes these rebels die
Yet all men love freedom and the spring clear in the sky
I wouldn't do this deed again for all that I hold by
As I gazed down my rifle at his breast but then, then a soldier I
They say he was different, kindly too apart from all the rest
A lover of the poor-his wounds ill dressed
He faced us like a man who knew a greater pain
Than blows or bullets ere the world began: died he in vain
Ready, Present, and him just smiling, Christ I felt my rifle shake
His wounds all open and around his chair a pool of blood
And I swear his lips said, "fire" before my rifle shot that cursed lead
And I, I was picked to kill a man like that, James Connolly
A great crowd had gathered Outside of Kilmainham
With their heads uncovered they knelt on the ground
For inside that grim prison lay a brave Irish Soldier
His life for his Country about to lay down
He Went to his death like a true son of Ireland
The firing party he bravely did face
Then the order rang out, Present arms and fire
James Connolly fell into a ready made grave
The black flag they hoisted, the cruel deed was over
Gone was a man who loved Ireland so well
There was many a sad heart in Dublin that morning
When they murdered James Connolly, the Irish Rebel
God's curse on you England, you cruel-hearted monster
Your deeds they would shame all the devils in Hell
There are no flowers blooming but the shamrock is growing
On the grave of James Connolly, the Irish Rebel
The Four Courts at Dublin the English bombarded
The spirit of freedom they tried hard to quell
But above all the din rose the cry "No Surrender"
'Twas the voice of James Connolly, the Irish Rebel
And a soldier I, I am not proud to say that we killed him there
They brought him from the prison hospital and to see him in that chair
I swear his smile would, would far more quickly call a man to prayer
Maybe, maybe I don't understand this thing that makes these rebels die
Yet all men love freedom and the spring clear in the sky
I wouldn't do this deed again for all that I hold by
As I gazed down my rifle at his breast but then, then a soldier I
They say he was different, kindly too apart from all the rest
A lover of the poor-his wounds ill dressed
He faced us like a man who knew a greater pain
Than blows or bullets ere the world began: died he in vain
Ready, Present, and him just smiling, Christ I felt my rifle shake
His wounds all open and around his chair a pool of blood
And I swear his lips said, "fire" before my rifle shot that cursed lead
And I, I was picked to kill a man like that, James Connolly
A great crowd had gathered Outside of Kilmainham
With their heads uncovered they knelt on the ground
For inside that grim prison lay a brave Irish Soldier
His life for his Country about to lay down
He Went to his death like a true son of Ireland
The firing party he bravely did face
Then the order rang out, Present arms and fire
James Connolly fell into a ready made grave
The black flag they hoisted, the cruel deed was over
Gone was a man who loved Ireland so well
There was many a sad heart in Dublin that morning
When they murdered James Connolly, the Irish Rebel
God's curse on you England, you cruel-hearted monster
Your deeds they would shame all the devils in Hell
There are no flowers blooming but the shamrock is growing
On the grave of James Connolly, the Irish Rebel
The Four Courts at Dublin the English bombarded
The spirit of freedom they tried hard to quell
But above all the din rose the cry "No Surrender"
'Twas the voice of James Connolly, the Irish Rebel
