Countdown to BLACK 47s last show... Marchin down OConnell Street with the Starry Plough on high There goes the Citizen Army with their fists raised in the sky Leading them is a mighty man with a mad rage in his eye My name is James Connolly, I didnt come here to die But to fight for the rights of the working man, the small farmer too Protect the proletariat from the bosses and their screws So hold on to your rifles, boys, dont give up your dreams Of a Republic for the workin class, economic liberty Then Jem yells out, Oh Citizens, this system is a curse An English boss is a monster, an Irish one even worse Theyll never lock us out again and heres the reason why My name is James Connolly, I didnt come here to die But to fight for the rights of the working man, the small farmer too Protect the proletariat from the bosses and their screws So hold on to your rifles, boys, dont give up your dreams Of a Republic for the workin class, economic liberty And now were in the GPO with the bullets whizzin by With Pearse and Sean McDermott biddin each other good-bye Up steps our citizen leader and he roars out to the sky My name is James Connolly, I didnt come here to die But to fight for the rights of the working man, the small farmer too Protect the proletariat from the bosses and their screws So hold on to your rifles, boys, dont give up your dreams Of a Republic for the workin class, economic liberty Oh Lily, I dont want to die Weve got so much to live for And I know were goin out to get slaughtered But I just cant take any more Just the sight of one more child screamin from hunger in a Dublin slum Or his mother slavin 14 hours a day for the scum, who exploit her And take her youth and throw it on a factory floor? Oh Lily, I just cant take any more Theyve locked us out, theyve banned our unions They even treat their animals better than us Oh no, its far better to die like a man on your feet Than to live forever like some slave, on your knees, Lily But dont let them wrap any green flag around me And for Gods sake, dont let them bury me In some field full of harps and shamrocks And whatever you do, dont let them make a martyr out of me Oh no, rather raise the Starry Plough on high, sing a song of freedom Heres to you, Lily, the rights of man and international revolution We fought them to a standstill while the flames lit up the sky Til a bullet pierced our leader and we gave up the fight They shot him in Kilmainham jail but theyll never stop his cry My name is James Connolly, I didnt come here to die But to fight for the rights of the working man, the small farmer too Protect the proletariat from the bosses and their screws So hold on to your rifles, boys, dont give up your dreams Of a Republic for the workin class, economic liberty, economic liberty youtube/watch?v=wukfdjJv340
Posted on: Tue, 11 Nov 2014 13:12:09 +0000
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