A great crowd had gathered outside of Kilmainham Their heads all uncovered, they knelt to the ground For inside that grim prison lay a brave Irish soldier His 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 fell into a ready made grave
The black flag was hoisted, the cruel deed was over Gone was the man who loved Ireland so well There was many a sad heart in Dublin that morning When they murdered James Connolly, the Irish rebel
God's curse 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 Four Courts of Dublin, the English bombarded The spirit of freedom they tried hard to quell But above all the din, rose the cry 'No Surrender!' 'Twas the voice of James Connolly, the Irish rebel
Many years have rolled by since the Irish rebellion When the guns of Brittania they loudly did speak The bold IRA battled shoulder to shoulder As the blood of their bodies flowed down Sackville Street