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the davitts - james connolly كلمات أغنية

a great crowd had gathered
outside of kilmainham
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 rang out, “present arms and fire!”
james connolly fell into a ready made grave

the black flag they hoisted
the cruel deed was over
gonе was the man who loved ireland so wеll
there was many a sad heart
in dublin that morning
when they murdered james connolly
the irish rebel

the four courts of dublin
the english bombarded the spirit of freedom
they tried hard to quell
but the bold ira
stood shoulder to shoulder
and the blood from their bodies
flowed down sackville street
god’s curse on you england
you cruel_hearted monster
your deeds they would shame all
the devils in h_ll
there are no flowers blooming
but the shamrock is growing
o’er 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
but above all the din
came the cry “no surrender”
’twas the voice of james connolly
the irish rebel

- the davitts

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