《James Larkin》歌词

[00:00:07] In Dublin City in 1913 the boss was rich and the poor were slaves

[00:00:13] The women working the children starving then on came Larkin like a mighty wave

[00:00:19] The workmen cringed when the boss man thundered seventy hours was his weekly chore

[00:00:25] He asked for little and less was granted lest gettin' little then he'd ask for more

[00:00:32] It was in August the boss man told us no union man for him could work

[00:00:38] We stood by Larkin and told the boss man we'd fight or die but we would not shirk

[00:00:44] Eight months we fought and eight months we starved we stood by Larkin through thick and thin

[00:00:50] But food less homes and the crying of children they broke our hearts we could not win

[00:00:57] When Larkin left us we seemed defeated The night was black for the working man

[00:01:03] But on came Connolly with hope and counsel His motto was that we'd rise again

[00:01:09] In 1916 in Dublin city the English soldiers they burnt our town

[00:01:15] They shelled the buildings and shot our leaders the harp was buried beneath the crown

[00:01:22] They shot McDermott and Pearse and Plunkett they shot McDonagh and Clarke the brave

[00:01:28] From bleak Kilmainham the took their bodies to Arbour Hill to a quicklime game

[00:01:34] But last of all of the seven leaders I sing the praise of James Connolly

[00:01:40] The voice of justice the voice of freedom he gave his life that men might be free