Dubliners - James Larkin lyrics

In Dublin City in nineteen thirteen The boss was rich and the poor were slaves The women working and children starving Then on came Larkin like a mighty wave The workers cringed when the boss man thundered Seventy hours was his weekly chore He asked for little and less was granted Lest given little then he'd ask for more In the month of August the boss man told us No union man for him could work We stood by Larkin and told the boss man We'd fight or die, but we wouldn't shirk Eight months we fought and eight months we starved We stood by Larkin through thick and thin But foodless homes and the crying of children It broke our hearts, we just couldn't win Then Larkin left us, we seemed defeated The night was black for the working man But on came Connolly with new hope and counsel His motto was that we'd rise again In nineteen sixteen in Dublin City The English soldiers they burnt our town The shelled our buildings and shot our leaders The Harp was buried 'neath the bloody crown They shot McDermott and Pearse and Plunkett They shot McDonagh and Clarke the brave From bleak Kilmainham they took Ceannt's body To Arbour Hill and a quicklime grave But last of all of the seven heroes I sing the praise of James Connolly The voice of justice, the voice of freedom He gave his life, that man might be free