[G]Rise up the[Em] starry [C]plough in James [D]Connollys name
Rise [G]up the starry [Em]plough for
his[C] glory and his [D]fame
He [G]joined the transport [Em]union , so [C]workers could be[D] free
He [G]fought for
Irish[Em] freedom, for the[C] likes of you and[D] me
James Connolly came from Scotland , a rebel to the core,
He wanted not just freedom , but socialisim and
more
He said when we gain our freedom , from Englands cruel hands,
We'll have to fight the bankers , we'll have to
make a stand,
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He held his life for liberty in the GPO,
He held his life for freedom , and he would not let
it go
we'll the brits , they bombarded them and they smashed them brick by brick
He held his life for freedom, and the
socialist republic
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Connolly is a hero , and they shot him in a chair
They took him from the hospital, and those
who were there
We'll they set his lips on fire, on that easter morn
As the bullet pierced his heart , an Irish martar
was born
What will his legacy be , now in this land of mine
Where nothing has a reason, and little has arrived
We fought
the yews in Wexford , we drove out the black n tans
Now we fight the bankers, and there greasy hands
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