| lyric | Where oh where ist our James Connolly?
Where oh where can that brave man be?
He is gone to organise the union
That working men might yet be free.
Where oh where is the citizen army?
Where oh where can the brave band be?
They have gone to join the great rebellion
And break the bonds of slavery.
And who'll be there to lead the van?
Who will be there to lead the van?
Oh who should there be but our James Connolly,
The hero of each working man?
Who carries high our burning flag?
Who carries high our burning flag?
Oh who but James Connolly, all pale and wounded
Carries high our burning flag?
They carried him up to the jail.
They carried him up to the jail.
And 'twas there that they shot him one bright May morning
And quickly laid him in his grave.
Who mourns now for our James Connolly?
Who mourns now for the fighting men?
Oh lay me down in yon green garden
And make my bearers union men.
We laid him down in yon green garden,
With union men on every side
And we swore that we'd make one mighty union
And fill that gallant man with pride.
So come all you noble young Irish men,
Come join with me for liberty.
And we will forge a mighty weapon
And break the bonds of slavery. |