Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song James Connolly, artist - Black 47. Album song Live In New York City, in the genre Кельтская музыкаDate of issue: 31.01.1999
Record label: Gadfly
Song language: English
James Connolly |
| Marching down O’Connell 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 didn’t come here to die |
| But to fight for the rights of the working man |
| And the small farmer too |
| Protect the proletariat from the bosses and their screws |
| So hold on to your rifles, boys, and don’t give up your dream |
| Of a Republic for the working class, economic liberty" |
| Then Jem yelled out «Oh Citizens, this system is a curse |
| An English boss is a monster, an Irish one even worse |
| They’ll never lock us out again and here’s the reason why |
| My name is James Connolly, I didn’t come here to die…» |
| And now we’re in the GPO with the bullets whizzing by |
| With Pearse and Sean McDermott bidding each other goodbye |
| Up steps our citizen leader and roars out to the sky |
| «My name is James Connolly, I didn’t come here to die… |
| Oh Lillie, I don’t want to die, we’ve got so much to live for |
| And I know we’re all going out to get slaughtered, but I just can’t take any |
| more |
| Just the sight of one more child screaming from hunger in a Dublin slum |
| Or his mother slaving 14 hours a day for the scum |
| Who exploit her and take her youth and throw it on a factory floor |
| Oh Lillie, I just can’t take any more |
| They’ve locked us out, they’ve banned our unions, they even treat their animals |
| better than us |
| No! |
| It’s far better to die like a man on your feet than to live forever like |
| some slave on your knees, Lillie |
| But don’t let them wrap any green flag around me |
| And for God’s sake, don’t let them bury me in some field full of harps and |
| shamrocks |
| And whatever you do, don’t let them make a martyr out of me |
| No! |
| Rather raise the Starry Plough on high, sing a song of freedom |
| Here’s to you, Lillie, 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 Gaol but they’ll never stop his cry |
| My name is James Connolly, I didn’t come here to die…" |