James Connolly Chords by The Wolfe Tones

We continue our tribute to the great men and leaders of 1916.
We'd like to remember the working class hero of Ireland.
We'd like to remember a man called James Connolly.
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The man was all shot through that [G] came today _ into the Barrick Square.
_ _ And the soldier I, I am not proud to say we killed him there. _
They brought him from the prison hospital.
And to see him in that chair, I swear his smile, but far more quickly call him unto prayer.
_ _ Maybe, maybe I don't understand this thing that makes these rebels die.
[Abm]
Yet all men love freedom and a spring clear in the sky.
_ I wouldn't do this deed again.
For all that I hold [G] by as I gaze down my [Abm] rifle at his breast. _
But then, then a soldier I, _ they say he was different.
Kindly too apart from all the rest.
A lover of the poor, his wounds ill-dressed.
He faces like a man who knew a greater pain than blows or bullets.
Ere the world began, _ died he in vain.
_ Ready, present, _ and him just smiling.
Christ, I felt my rifle shake.
His wounds [Db] all open and around his [G] chair a pool of blood.
I swear [Abm] his lips said fire.
[Dm] Before my rifle shot that corset lead.
_ And I, I was picked [C] to kill a man like that. _ _
James Connolly.
_ A _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ great crowd had gathered [F]
outside [C] of Kilmaden.
[F] Their [C] heads all uncovered, [G] they knelt to the ground.
_ [C] For inside that grim prison [F] lay a brave [C] Irish soldier.
[F] His life [C] for his country [G] about [C] to lay down.
_ He went to his death [F] like a true [C] son of Ireland.
[F] The [C] firing party [G] he bravely did face.
_ [C] Then the order rang out, [F]
present [C] arms and fire.
[F] James Connolly [C] fell into [G] a [C] ready-made grave. _
The white flag was hoisted, [F] the cruel deed [C] was [F] over.
Gone [C] was the man who [G] loved Ireland so well. _
There [C] was many a sad heart [F] in Dublin [C] that morning.
[F] When they murdered [C] James Connolly, the [G] Irish [C] rebel. _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ God's curse on you England, [F] you cruel [C] hearted monster.
[F] Your deeds they [C] would shame, [G] all the devils in hell.
_ [C] There are no flowers blooming, but [F] the shamrock [C] is growing.
[F] At the grave of [C] James Connolly, [G] the Irish [C] rebel.
_ _ The foe caught at Dublin, [F] the [C] English bombarded.
[F] The spirit [C] of freedom [G] they tried hard to quell.
_ [C] But above all the dead [F] rose the cry, no [C] _
surrender.
_ T _ [F]'was the voice _ of [Am] James Connolly, _ _ the [G] _ Irish [C] rebel.
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