James Connolly

Where oh where is our James Connolly
Where oh where is that gallant man
He is gone to organise the Union
That working men they may yet be free

Oh who then who will lead the van
Oh who then who will lead the van
Who but our James Connolly
The hero of the working man

Who will carry high the burning flag
Who will carry high the burning flag
Who but our James Connolly
Could carry high the burning flag

They carried him up to the jail
They carried him up to the jail
And they shot him down on a bright May morning
And quickly laid him in his grave

Who mourns the death of this great man
Who mourns the death of this great man
Oh bury me down in yon green garden
With union men on every side

So they buried him down in yon green garden
With union men on every side
They swore they would form a mighty union
That James Connolly's name might be filled with pride

Where oh where is our James Connolly
Where oh where is that gallant man
He is gone to organise the Union
That working men they may yet be free