Christy Moore - James Connolly lyrics

Where oh where is our James Connolly? Where oh where is that gallant man? He is gone to organise the union That working men they may yet be free. Oh who then who will lead the van? Oh who then who will lead the van? Who but our James Connolly The hero of the working man. Who will carry high the burning flag? Who will carry high the burning flag? Who but our James Connolly Could carry high the burning flag. They carried him up to the jail They carried him up to the jail And they shot him down on a bright May morning And quickly laid him in his grave. Who mourns the d**h of this great man? Who mourns the d**h of this great man? Oh bury me down in yon green garden With union men on every side. So they buried him down in yon green garden With union men on every side They swore they would form a mighty union That James Connolly's name might be filled with pride. Where oh where is our James Connolly? Where oh where is that gallant man? He is gone to organise the Union That working men they may yet be free.