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James Connolly lyrics
Songwriters: Kirwan, Larry;
Marchin down O Connell Street with the Starry Plough on high
There goes the Citizen Army with their fists raised in the sky
Leading them is a mighty man with a mad rage in his eye
My name is James Connolly, I didn t come here to die
But to fight for the rights of the working man, the small farmer too
Protect the proletariat from the bosses and their screws
So hold on to your rifles, boys, don t give up your dreams
Of a Republic for the workin class, economic liberty
Then Jem yells out, "Oh Citizens, this system is a curse
An English boss is a monster, an Irish one even worse
They ll never lock us out again and here s the reason why
My name is James Connolly, I didn t come here to die"
But to fight for the rights of the working man, the small farmer too
Protect the proletariat from the bosses and their screws
So hold on to your rifles, boys, don t give up your dreams
Of a Republic for the workin class, economic liberty
And now we re in the GPO with the bullets whizzin by
With Pearse and Sean McDermott biddin each other good-bye
Up steps our citizen leader and he roars out to the sky
My name is James Connolly, I didn t come here to die
But to fight for the rights of the working man, the small farmer too
Protect the proletariat from the bosses and their screws
So hold on to your rifles, boys, don t give up your dreams
Of a Republic for the workin class, economic liberty
Oh Lily, I don t want to die
We ve got so much to live for
And I know we re goin out to get slaughtered
But I just can t take any more
Just the sight of one more child screamin from hunger in a Dublin slum
Or his mother slavin 14 hours a day for the scum, who exploit her
And take her youth and throw it on a factory floor?
Oh Lily, I just can t take any more
They ve locked us out, they ve banned our unions
They even treat their animals better than us
Oh no, it s far better to die like a man on your feet
Than to live forever like some slave, on your knees, Lily
But don t let them wrap any green flag around me
And for God s sake, don t let them bury me
In some field full of harps and shamrocks
And whatever you do, don t let them make a martyr out of me
Oh no, rather raise the Starry Plough on high, sing a song of freedom
Here s to you, Lily, the rights of man and international revolution
We fought them to a standstill while the flames lit up the sky
Til a bullet pierced our leader and we gave up the fight
They shot him in Kilmainham jail but they ll never stop his cry
My name is James Connolly, I didn t come here to die
But to fight for the rights of the working man, the small farmer too
Protect the proletariat from the bosses and their screws
So hold on to your rifles, boys, don t give up your dreams
Of a Republic for the workin class, economic liberty, economic liberty
song lyrics
James Connolly lyrics
Songwriters: Kirwan, Larry;
Marchin down O Connell Street with the Starry Plough on high
There goes the Citizen Army with their fists raised in the sky
Leading them is a mighty man with a mad rage in his eye
My name is James Connolly, I didn t come here to die
But to fight for the rights of the working man, the small farmer too
Protect the proletariat from the bosses and their screws
So hold on to your rifles, boys, don t give up your dreams
Of a Republic for the workin class, economic liberty
Then Jem yells out, "Oh Citizens, this system is a curse
An English boss is a monster, an Irish one even worse
They ll never lock us out again and here s the reason why
My name is James Connolly, I didn t come here to die"
But to fight for the rights of the working man, the small farmer too
Protect the proletariat from the bosses and their screws
So hold on to your rifles, boys, don t give up your dreams
Of a Republic for the workin class, economic liberty
And now we re in the GPO with the bullets whizzin by
With Pearse and Sean McDermott biddin each other good-bye
Up steps our citizen leader and he roars out to the sky
My name is James Connolly, I didn t come here to die
But to fight for the rights of the working man, the small farmer too
Protect the proletariat from the bosses and their screws
So hold on to your rifles, boys, don t give up your dreams
Of a Republic for the workin class, economic liberty
Oh Lily, I don t want to die
We ve got so much to live for
And I know we re goin out to get slaughtered
But I just can t take any more
Just the sight of one more child screamin from hunger in a Dublin slum
Or his mother slavin 14 hours a day for the scum, who exploit her
And take her youth and throw it on a factory floor?
Oh Lily, I just can t take any more
They ve locked us out, they ve banned our unions
They even treat their animals better than us
Oh no, it s far better to die like a man on your feet
Than to live forever like some slave, on your knees, Lily
But don t let them wrap any green flag around me
And for God s sake, don t let them bury me
In some field full of harps and shamrocks
And whatever you do, don t let them make a martyr out of me
Oh no, rather raise the Starry Plough on high, sing a song of freedom
Here s to you, Lily, the rights of man and international revolution
We fought them to a standstill while the flames lit up the sky
Til a bullet pierced our leader and we gave up the fight
They shot him in Kilmainham jail but they ll never stop his cry
My name is James Connolly, I didn t come here to die
But to fight for the rights of the working man, the small farmer too
Protect the proletariat from the bosses and their screws
So hold on to your rifles, boys, don t give up your dreams
Of a Republic for the workin class, economic liberty, economic liberty
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