James Connolly, The Irish Rebel Medley

歌詞

A great crowd had gathered outside of Kilmainham With their heads all uncovered they knelt on the ground For inside that grim prison lay a cruel 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 they bravely did face Then the order ran out, "Present arms and fire." James Connolly fell into a ready made grave The black flag was hoisted and the cruel deed was over Gone was the 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 your England, your cruel hearted monster Your deeds they will shame all the devil's in hell There are no flowers blooming but the shamrock's still growing On the grave of James Connolly, the Irish Rebel The Four Courts of Dublin, the English bombarded Our spirit of freedom they tried hard to quell But above all the din came the cry, "No surrender!" Was the voice of James Connolly, the Irish Rebel Many years have gone by since the Irish Rebellion When the guns of Britannia so loudly did speak Then the bold IRA stood shoulder to shoulder As the blood from their bodies flowed down Sackville Street Repeat: As the blood from their bodies flowed down Sackville Street