A[G] great crowd had gathered,outs[C]ide of Kil[G]
Thier[C] heads all un[G]covered,they[A] knelt to the [D]ground.
For[G] inside that grim prison,lay a[C] brave Irish[G] soilder,
His[C] life for his[G] country[D] about to lay[G] down
He went to his death like a true son of Ireland,
The fireing party he bravly did face.
Then the order ran 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 a man who loved Ireland so well,
There was many a sad heart,in Dublin that morning,
When they murdered James Connelly,the Irish rebel
Many years have gone by since that Irish rebelion,
When the guns of Brittania,they loudly did speak,
And the bold I.R.A. they stood shoulder to shoulder,
As the blood from thier bodies flowed down Sackville street
The four courts of Dublin,the english bombarded,
The spirit they tried hard to quell,
But above all the dim came the cry no surender,
Was the voice of James Connelly,the Irish rebel.