[00:00.00] 作曲 : Traditional
[00:02.77]The man was all shot through that came to day into the Barrack Square
[00:08.24]And a soldier I, I am not proud to say that we killed him there
[00:13.97]They brought him from the prison hospital and to see him in that chair
[00:18.34]I swear his smile would, would far more quickly call a man to prayer
[00:24.94]Maybe, maybe I don't understand this thing that makes these rebels die
[00:31.50]Yet all men love freedom and the spring clear in the sky
[00:37.11]I wouldn't do this deed again for all that I hold by
[00:41.01]As I gazed down my rifle at his breast but then, then a soldier I
[00:48.14]They say he was different, kindly too apart from all the rest
[00:52.67]A lover of the poor-his wounds ill dresse d
[00:58.13]He faced us like a man who knew a greater pain
[01:02.19]Than blows or bullets ere the word began: died he in vain
[01:10.50]Ready, Present, and him just smiling, Christ I felt my rifle shake
[01:17.45]His wounds all open and around his chair a pool of blood
[01:23.51]And I swear his lips said, "fire" before my rifle shot that cursed lead
[01:31.58]And I, I was picked to kill a man like that, James Connolly
[01:48.08]A great crowd had gathered outside of Kilmainham.
[01:54.78]With their heads all uncovered, they knelt on the ground.
[02:03.89]For inside that grim prison lay a brave Irish Soldier.
[02:11.42]His life for his country about to lay down.
[02:19.82]He went to his death like a true son of Ireland.
[02:27.24]The firing party, he bravely did face.
[02:35.99]Then the order ran out present arms and fire.
[02:43.12]James Connolly fell into a ready made grave.
[02:51.99]The black flag was hoisted the cruel deed was over
[02:59.60]Gone was the man who loved Ireland so well.
[03:08.44]There was many's a sad heart in Dublin that morning.
[03:15.61]When they murdered James Connolly, the Irish Rebel.
[03:33.34]God's curse on you, England, you cruel-hearted monster
[03:41.09]Your deeds they would shame all the devils in hell.
[03:49.67]There are no flowers blooming but the shamrock is growing
[03:57.38]On the grave of James Connolly, the Irish Rebel!
[04:06.70]Many years have gone by since the Irish Rebellion.
[04:13.55]When the guns of Britannia so loudly did speak.
[04:22.64]When the bold IRA they stood shoulder to shoulder.
[04:29.90]As the blood from their bodies flowed down Sackville Street.
[04:38.68]The Four Courts of Dublin the English Bombarded.
[04:46.52]Our spirit of freedom they tried hard to quell.
[04:55.10]But above all the din came the cry, "No surrender!"
[05:05.31]'Twas the voice of James Connolly, the Irish Rebel!

作曲 : Traditional
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 dresse d
He faced us like a man who knew a greater pain
Than blows or bullets ere the word 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.
With their heads all uncovered, they knelt on the ground.
For inside that grim prison lay a brave 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 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 the man who loved Ireland so well.
There was many's a sad heart in Dublin that morning.
When they murdered James Connolly, the Irish Rebel.
God's curse on you, England, you cruel-hearted monster
Your deeds they would shame all the devils in hell.
There are no flowers blooming but the shamrock is growing
On the grave of James Connolly, the Irish Rebel!
Many years have gone by since the Irish Rebellion.
When the guns of Britannia so loudly did speak.
When the bold IRA they stood shoulder to shoulder.
As the blood from their bodies flowed down Sackville Street.
The Four Courts of Dublin the English Bombarded.
Our spirit of freedom they tried hard to quell.
But above all the din came the cry, "No surrender!"
'Twas the voice of James Connolly, the Irish Rebel!