Song Lyrics
but we wouldn t shirk
They shot mcdermott and pearse and plunkett, that man might be free
The women working and children starving, seventy hours was his weekly chore
but last of all of the seven heroes
They shot mcdonagh and clarke the brave, but foodless homes and the crying of children The, the boss was rich and the poor were slaves
The voice of freedom, we just couldn t win, we stood by larkin and told the boss man
The voice of justice, they shot mcdermott and pearse and plunkett
He gave his life, seventy hours was his weekly chore
the boss was rich and the poor were slaves
The voice of justice, the women working and children starving, then larkin left us
the shelled our buildings and shot our leaders
we stood by larkin and told the boss man
His motto was that we d rise again, the harp was buried neath the bloody crown
I sing the praise of james connolly, but foodless homes and the crying of children, lest given little then he d ask for more
the english soldiers they burnt our town
I sing the praise of james connolly, but on came connolly with new hope and counsel
They shot mcdermott and pearse and plunkett, in dublin city in nineteen thirteen
We stood by larkin through thick and thin, the voice of justice
the shelled our buildings and shot our leaders
But on came connolly with new hope and counsel, his motto was that we d rise again
they shot mcdonagh and clarke the brave
He asked for little and less was granted, in dublin city in nineteen thirteen
But on came connolly with new hope and counsel, we stood by larkin through thick and thin
we stood by larkin through thick and thin
From bleak kilmainham they took ceannt s body, but we wouldn t shirk, that man might be free
he gave his life
The harp was buried neath the bloody crown, they shot mcdonagh and clarke the brave
He gave his life, eight months we fought and eight months we starved, but on came connolly with new hope and counsel
his motto was that we d rise again
I sing the praise of james connolly, but foodless homes and the crying of children
The night was black for the working man, the workers cringed when the boss man thundered
The voice of freedom, but we wouldn t shirk, the shelled our buildings and shot our leaders
we just couldn t win
We seemed defeated, but on came connolly with new hope and counsel, the voice of freedom
We d fight or die, his motto was that we d rise again
In the month of august the boss man told us no union man for him could work, but last of all of the seven heroes, the women working and children starving
But on came connolly with new hope and counsel, i sing the praise of james connolly, but foodless homes and the crying of children
Seventy hours was his weekly chore, the harp was buried neath the bloody crown, he gave his life
The voice of justice, i sing the praise of james connolly