| Marchin' 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, the small farmer too | |
| Protect the proletariat from the bosses and their screws | |
| So hold on to your rifles, boys, don't give up your dreams | |
| Of a Republic for the workin' class, economic liberty | |
| Then Jem yells 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" | |
| But to fight for the rights of the working man, the small farmer too | |
| Protect the proletariat from the bosses and their screws | |
| So hold on to your rifles, boys, don't give up your dreams | |
| Of a Republic for the workin' class, economic liberty | |
| And now we're in the GPO with the bullets whizzin' by | |
| With Pearse and Sean McDermott biddin' each other good-bye | |
| Up steps our citizen leader and he roars out to the sky | |
| My name is James Connolly, I didn't come here to die | |
| But to fight for the rights of the working man, the small farmer too | |
| Protect the proletariat from the bosses and their screws | |
| So hold on to your rifles, boys, don't give up your dreams | |
| Of a Republic for the workin' class, economic liberty | |
| Oh Lily, I don't want to die | |
| We've got so much to live for | |
| And I know we're goin' out to get slaughtered | |
| But I just can't take any more | |
| Just the sight of one more child screamin' from hunger in a Dublin slum | |
| Or his mother slavin' 14 hours a day for the scum, who exploit her | |
| And take her youth and throw it on a factory floor? | |
| Oh Lily, 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 | |
| Oh no, it's far better to die like a man on your feet | |
| Than to live forever like some slave, on your knees, Lily | |
| 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 | |
| Oh no, rather raise the Starry Plough on high, sing a song of freedom | |
| Here's to you, Lily, 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 jail but they'll never stop his cry | |
| My name is James Connolly, I didn't come here to die | |
| But to fight for the rights of the working man, the small farmer too | |
| Protect the proletariat from the bosses and their screws | |
| So hold on to your rifles, boys, don't give up your dreams | |
| Of a Republic for the workin' class, economic liberty, economic liberty |
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