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 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
Their heads all uncovered
They knelt to 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
Fire!"
James Connolly fell into a ready made grave
The black flag was hoisted
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 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
Many years have gone by
Since the Irish rebellion
When the guns of Britannia
They loudly did speak and the bold IRA
They stood shoulder to shoulder
As the blood from their bodies
Flowed down Sackville Street
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
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