I've always enjoyed the song "James Connolly" and was going to link to it in the database when I found that the "James Connolly" in the database was the OTHER "James Connolly". So I had to type this thing out. I hope you find it as powerful a song as I do.

JAMES CONNOLLY

A great crowd had gathered outside of Kilmainham
Their heads all uncovered as they knelt to the ground,
For inside that grim prison lay a true 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! 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.

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, they loudly did speak,
And the bold IRA stood shoulder to shoulder
And the blood from their bodies flowed down Sackville Street.

The Four Courts of Dublin the English bombarded,
The 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.