[Verse]
Marching down Sackville Street with the Starry Plough on high,
Here comes the Citizen's Army with its fists raised to the sky,
Leading them is a mighty man with a mad rage in his eye.
"My name is James Connolly, I didn't come here to die."

[Chorus]
"But to fight for the rights of the working class and this poor farmer too,
To protect the proletariat from the bosses and the screws,
So, hold onto your rifles boys, don't give up the dream!
Of a republic for the working class economic liberty."

[Verse]
The cry goes, "Up all citizens, this system is a curse!
An English boss is a bastard, but an Irish one even worse,
They'll never lock us out again and here's the reason why
My name is James Connolly, I didn't come here to die."

[Chorus]
"But to fight for the rights of the working class and this poor farmer too,
To protect the proletariat from the bosses and the screws,
So, hold onto your rifles boys, don't give up the dream!
Of a republic for the working class economic liberty."

[Verse]
Now, over in the GPO with the bullets whizzing by,
Pearse and Seán Mac Diarmada bidding each other goodbye,
Up steps out citizen's leader and he roars up to the sky!
"My name is James Connolly, I didn't come here to die."

[Chorus]
"But to fight for the rights of the working class and this poor farmer too,
To protect the proletariat from the bosses and the screws,
So, hold onto your rifles boys, don't give up the dream!
Of a republic for the working class economic liberty."

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He brought them to a standstill as the flames lit up the sky,
Then a bullet pierced our leader and we gave up the fight,
They shot him in Kilmainham Jail, they'll never stop his cry!
"My name is James Connolly, I didn't come here to die."

[Chorus]
"But to fight for the rights of the working class and this poor farmer too,
To protect the proletariat from the bosses and the screws,
So, hold onto your rifles boys, don't give up the dream!
Of a republic for the working class economic liberty.".