| Marching down O’Connell Street with the Starry Plough on high
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| There goes the Citizen Army with their fists raised in the sky
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| Leading them is a mighty man with a mad rage in his eye
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| «My name is James Connolly — I didn’t come here to die
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| But to fight for the rights of the working man
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| And the small farmer too
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| Protect the proletariat from the bosses and their screws
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| So hold on to your rifles, boys, and don’t give up your dream
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| Of a Republic for the working class, economic liberty"
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| Then Jem yelled out «Oh Citizens, this system is a curse
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| An English boss is a monster, an Irish one even worse
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| They’ll never lock us out again and here’s the reason why
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| My name is James Connolly, I didn’t come here to die…»
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| And now we’re in the GPO with the bullets whizzing by
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| With Pearse and Sean McDermott bidding each other goodbye
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| Up steps our citizen leader and roars out to the sky
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| «My name is James Connolly, I didn’t come here to die…
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| Oh Lillie, I don’t want to die, we’ve got so much to live for
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| And I know we’re all going out to get slaughtered, but I just can’t take any
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| more
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| Just the sight of one more child screaming from hunger in a Dublin slum
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| Or his mother slaving 14 hours a day for the scum
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| Who exploit her and take her youth and throw it on a factory floor
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| Oh Lillie, I just can’t take any more
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| They’ve locked us out, they’ve banned our unions, they even treat their animals
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| better than us
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| No! |
| It’s far better to die like a man on your feet than to live forever like
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| some slave on your knees, Lillie
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| But don’t let them wrap any green flag around me
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| And for God’s sake, don’t let them bury me in some field full of harps and
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| shamrocks
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| And whatever you do, don’t let them make a martyr out of me
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| No! |
| Rather raise the Starry Plough on high, sing a song of freedom
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| Here’s to you, Lillie, the rights of man and international revolution"
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| We fought them to a standstill while the flames lit up the sky
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| 'Til a bullet pierced our leader and we gave up the fight
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| They shot him in Kilmainham Gaol but they’ll never stop his cry
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| My name is James Connolly, I didn’t come here to die…" |