Wolfe Tones
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A great crowd had gathered outside of kilmainham
There heads all uncovered they kneeled to the ground
For inside that grim prison lay A brave Irish soldier
Is life for his country about to lay down
He went to his death like a true son of Ireland
The firing party he bravely did face
Then the order rang out present arms and fire
James Connolly feel into a ready made grave
The black flag was hoisted the cruelty was over
Gone was the man that loved Ireland so well
There was many a sad heart in Dublin that morning
When they murdered James Connolly the Irish rebel
Gods cruse on you England you cruel hearted monster
Your deeds they would shame all the devils in hell
There are no flowers blooming but the shamrock is growing
On the grave of James Connolly the Irish rebel
The fore courts at Dublin the English bomb barded
The spirit of freedom they tried hard to dwell
But above all the dim rose the cry of surrender
Was the voice of James Connolly the Irish rebel