| Where oh where is our James Connolly?
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| Where oh where is that gallant man?
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| He is gone to organise the union
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| That working men they may yet be free
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| Oh who then who will lead the van?
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| Oh who then who will lead the van?
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| Who but our James Connolly
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| The hero of the working man
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| Who will carry high the burning flag?
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| Who will carry high the burning flag?
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| Who but our James Connolly
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| Could carry high the burning flag
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| They carried him up to the jail
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| They carried him up to the jail
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| And they shot him down on a bright May morning
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| And quickly laid him in his grave
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| Who mourns the death of this great man?
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| Who mourns the death of this great man?
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| Oh bury me down in yon green garden
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| With union men on every side
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| So they buried him down in yon green garden
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| With union men on every side
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| They swore they would form a mighty union
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| That James Connolly’s name might be filled with pride
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| Where oh where is our James Connolly?
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| Where oh where is that gallant man?
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| He is gone to organise the Union
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| That working men they may yet be free |