Connolly Was There
[to the tune of Brennan On The Moor]
Well there [G] is a page in history when the [D] workers they fought [G] back
When the might of exploitation at [C] last began to [G] crack
In farm and field and factory, in [C] workshop, mine and [G] rail
A [C] flame is lit; a beacon bright; that [G] flame is burning [Em] still
And [G] Connolly was there, [D] Connolly was [G] there
[C] Bold, brave and un[G]daunted; James [D] Connolly was [G] there.
Now William Martin Murphy and his
Tried bribary, corruption, hypocracy and prayers
To spite the Transport Union their scats they did enlist
But all their graft was shattered by a scarlet iron fist
When the bosses tried to sweat the lads
way down on
A voice like roaring thunder soon shook them in their stride
But Connolly rose and gave them hope, the truth to you I tell.
Oh Irishmen the day will come when workers one and all
will rise up from their bended knee and rally to the call
Throw out the bosses tyranny and shout from shore to shore
For a working man's Republic and freedom evermore.
And Connolly will be there...