(Am)Marchin’
down Sackville Street starry plough and (F)high
Here (C)comes
the Citizen (G)Army, the (F)fist raised to the (G)sky
(Am)Leading
them was a mighty man with a mad rage in his (F)eye
’My (C)name is
James (G)Connolly, I (F)didn’t come here to (G)die.’
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But to (F)fight for the rights of the workin’ class,
(C)the small farmer[G] too, (G)
To pro(Am)tect the prole(F)tariat from the (C)bosses and the
(G)scrues
So (Am)hold on to your rifles, boys, don’t give up the
(F)dream, -F-F-F-F
A re(C)public for the (G)working class, eco(F)nomic -F-F -
(F)liber(C)ty
The (Am)chant
was up all citizens, this system is a (F)curse
An (C)English
boss a (G)bastard, an (F)Irishman even (G)worse
They’ll
(Am)never lock us out again and here’s the reason (F)why
’My (C)name is
James (G)Connolly, I (F)didn’t come here to (G)die.’
Chorus
Bridge:
Am-Am-C-G Am-Am-C-G C-G-C-G C-G-F-F
(2x)
Now (Am)over
in the GPO the bullets wizzing (F)by
With (C)Pearse
and Sean Mac (G)Diarmada (F)biddin’ each other good(G)bye
Up (Am)steps
our citizen leader and he rose into the (F)sky
’My (C)name is
James (G)Connolly, I (F)didn’t come here to (G)die.’
Chorus +
Bridge
He (Am)brought
them to a stand-still and the flames lit up the (F)sky
Til a
(C)bullet pierced our (G)leader and (F)we gave up the (G)fight
They (Am)shot
him in Kilmainham Jail, it will never stopp his (F)cry
’My (C)name is
James (G)Connolly, I (F)didn’t come here to (G)die.’
Chorus