Letra James Connelly de Tones Wolfe original
James Connolly Collected and Arranged by The Wolfe Tones The man was all shot through that came to day into the Barrack Square And a soldier I, I am not proud to say that we killed him there They brought him from the prison hospital and to see him in that chair I swear his smile would, would far more quickly call a man to prayer Maybe, maybe I don't understand this thing that makes these rebels die Yet all men love freedom and the spring clear in the sky I wouldn't do this deed again for all that I hold by As I gazed down my rifle at his breast but then, then a soldier I. They say he was different, kindly too apart from all the rest. A lover of the poor-his wounds ill dressed. He faced us like a man who knew a greater pain Than blows or bullets ere the world began: died he in vain Ready, Present, and him just smiling, Christ I felt my rifle shake His wounds all open and around his chair a pool of blood And I swear his lips said, 'fire' before my rifle shot that cursed lead And I, I was picked to kill a man like that, James Connolly A great crowd had gathered outside of Kilmainham Their heads all uncovered, they knelt to the ground. For inside that grim prison Lay a great Irish soldier His life for his country about to lay down. He went to his death like a true son of Ireland The firing party he bravely did face Then the order rang 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 the man who loved Ireland so well There was many a sad heart in Dublin that morning When they murdered James Connolly-. the Irish rebel