Connolly Was There Lyrics

There is a page in history When the workers first fought back And the might of exploitation At last began to crack In farm and field and factory In workshop. mine and mill A flame was lit, a beacon bright A flame that's burning still And James Connolly was there Connolly was there Bold, brave, undaunted James Connolly was there The bosses tried to sweet the lads Away on Glasgow's Clyde Until a voice like thunder Soon stopped them in their stride In Liverpool, in Belfast The workers lived in Hell Until at last they organised And anyone can tell William Martin Murphy And his Dublin millionaires Tried bribery and corruption, Hypocracy and fear To break the Transport Union The scabs they did enlist Til all their graft was shattered By a scarlet iron fist They say that he was murdered Shot dying in a chair But go, march on to freedom Irish workers, don't despair In farm and field and factory In workshop, mine and mill That flaming light, that beacon bright The flame is burning still And James Connolly will be there Connolly will be there Bold, brave, undaunted James Connolly will be there