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
Oh, where, oh where, is that gallant band?
They have gone to join the
And smash the bonds of slavery
Who'll be there to lead the band?
The hero of each working man
Who carries high our burning flag
Who carries high our burning flag?
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
and quickly laid him in his grave
Oh, lay me down in yon green garden
And make my bearer's union
We laid him down in yon green garden
With union men on every side
And we swore we would forge
And fill that gallant man with
Where, oh where, is our James Connolly
Oh, where, oh where, is that gallant man
He has come to organize the union