ฟังเพลงJames Larkin

In Dublin City in 1913 the boss was rich and the poor were slaves

The women working the children starving then on came Larkin like a mighty wave

The workmen cringed when the boss man thundered seventy hours was his weekly chore

He asked for little and less was granted lest gettin' little then he'd ask for more

It was in August the boss man told us no union man for him could work

We stood by Larkin and told the boss man we'd fight or die but we would not shirk

Eight months we fought and eight months we starved we stood by Larkin through thick and thin

But food less homes and the crying of children they broke our hearts we could not win

When Larkin left us we seemed defeated The night was black for the working man

But on came Connolly with hope and counsel His motto was that we'd rise again

In 1916 in Dublin city the English soldiers they burnt our town

They shelled the buildings and shot our leaders the harp was buried beneath the crown

They shot McDermott and Pearse and Plunkett they shot McDonagh and Clarke the brave

From bleak Kilmainham the took their bodies to Arbour Hill to a quicklime game

But last of all of the seven leaders I sing the praise of James Connolly

The voice of justice the voice of freedom he gave his life that men might be free