Oh where,
oh where is our James Connolly?
Oh where, oh where is that gallant man?
He has gone to organise the union
That working man might yet be free
And where, oh where,
is the Citizen Army?
Oh, where, oh where, is that gallant band?
They have gone to join the
Great Rebellion
And smash the bonds of slavery
Who'll be there to lead the band?
And who'll be there
to lead the band
Oh, who should be there
but our James Connally
The hero of each working man
Who carries high our burning flag
Who carries high our burning flag?
Oh, but James Connolly,
all pale and wounded,
Who carries high our burning flag?
They carried him up to the jail
They carried him up to that jay
and there they shot him one
bright may morning
and quickly laid him in his grave
Who mourns now for
our James Connery
Who mourns now for that
gallant man
Oh, lay me down in yon green garden
And make my bear er's union
man
We laid him down in yon green garden
With union men on every side
And we swore we would forge
one mighty weapon,
And fill that gal lant man with
pride.
Where, oh where, is our James Connolly
Oh, where, oh where, is that gallant man
He has come to organize the union
That working man might
yet be free.
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