[Verse]
Oh, there is a page in history when the worker first fought back,
When 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, that flame is burning still.

[Chorus]
For Connolly was there, Connolly was there,
Great, brave, undaunted, James Connolly was there.

[Verse]
William Martin Murphy and his Dublin millionaires,
Tried bribery and corruption, hypocrisy and prayers,
To smash the Transport Union, their scabs they did enlist,
But all their graft was shattered by a scarlet iron fist.

[Chorus]
For Connolly was there, Connolly was there,
Great, brave, undaunted, James Connolly was there.

[Verse]
When the bosses tried to sweat the lads way in Glasgow's Clyde,
A voice like roaring thunder, soon shook them in their stride,
In Liverpool and Belfast where the workers lived in hell,
How James Connolly rose and gave them hope, the truth to you I'll tell.

[Chorus]
For Connolly was there, Connolly was there,
Great, brave, undaunted, James Connolly was there.

[Verse]
Oh, Irishmen, the day will come when workers one and all,
Will rise up from their bended knees and rally to the call,
Throw out the bosses tyranny and shout from shore to shore,
For a working man's Republic and freedom evermore.

[Chorus]
For Connolly will there, Connolly will there,
Great, brave, undaunted, James Connolly will be there.