A great crowd had gathered outside of kilmainham

There heads all uncovered they kneeled to the ground

For inside that grim prison lay A brave Irish soldier

Is life for his country about to lay down

He went to his death like a true son of Ireland

The firing party he bravely did face

Then the order rang out present arms and fire

James Connolly feel into a ready made grave

The black flag was hoisted the cruelty was over

Gone was the man that loved Ireland so well

There was many a sad heart in Dublin that morning

When they murdered James Connolly the Irish rebel

Gods cruse on you England you cruel hearted monster

Your deeds they would shame all the devils in hell

There are no flowers blooming but the shamrock is growing

On the grave of James Connolly the Irish rebel

The fore courts at Dublin the English bomb barded

The spirit of freedom they tried hard to dwell

But above all the dim rose the cry of surrender

Was the voice of James Connolly the Irish rebel