James Connolly

Where oh where is our James Connolly?

Where oh where is that gallant man?

He is gone to organize 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 organize the Union

That working men they may yet be free