Well there [G] is a
page in history when the [D] workers they fought [G] back
When the might of exploitation
at [C] last began to [G] crack
In farm and field and
factory, in [C] workshop, mine and [G] rail
A [C] flame is lit;
a beacon bright; that [G] flame is burning [Em] still
[chorus]
And [G] Connolly was
there, [D] Connolly was [G] there
[C] Bold, brave and un[G]daunted; James [D] Connolly was [G] there.
Now William Martin Murphy
and his Dublin Millionaires
Tried bribary,
corruption, hypocracy and prayers
To spite the Transport
Union their scats they did enlist
But all their graft
was shattered by a scarlet iron fist
When the bosses tried
to sweat the lads way down on Glasgow's Clyde
A voice like roaring
thunder soon shook them in their stride
In Liverpool and Belfast where worker lives in Hell
But Connolly rose and
gave them hope, the truth to you I tell.
Oh Irishmen the day
will come when workers one and all
will rise up from their bended knee and rally to the
call
Throw out the bosses tyranny and shout from shore to shore
For
a working man's Republic and freedom evermore.
And Connolly will be
there...
