James Connolly Songtext
von Flying Column

Many years have rolled on
Since the Irish rebellion
When the guns of Britannia
They loudly did speak
When the bold IRA
Battled shoulder to shoulder
While the blood from their bodies
Flowed down Sackville Street

The Four Courts of Dublin
The English bombarded
Our spirit of freedom
They tried hard to quell
But amid all the din
Came a voice, "No surrender!"
′Twas the voice of James Connolly
The Irish rebel


A great crowd has gathered
Outside of Kilmainham
With heads all uncovered
They knelt on the ground
For inside that grim building
Lay a true 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 monsters!
Your deeds they would shame
All the devils in hell
There are no flowers blooming
But the shamrock is still growing
On the grave of James Connolly
The Irish rebel