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wolfe tones - james connelly lyrics

james connolly
collected and arranged by the wolfe tones

the man was all shot through that came to day 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
their heads all uncovered, they knelt to the ground.
for inside that grim prison
lay a great 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 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

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