Where, oh, where is our James Connolly?
Where, oh, where is that gallant man?
He's gone to organise the union
That working men, they might yet be free
Then who, then who will lead the van?
Then who, then who will lead the van?
Who but our James Connolly?
The hero of the working man
Who will carry high the burdened flank?
Who will carry high the burdened flank?
Who but our James Connolly?
Couldn't carry high the burdened flank?
Oh, 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 gore
Who mourns the death of this great man?
Who mourns the death of this great man?
Oh, bury me down in yon green garden
With union men on every side
Oh, they buried him down in yon green garden
With union men on every side
And they swore they would form a mighty weapon
That James Connolly's name could be filled with pride
Where, oh, where is our James Connolly?
Where, oh, where is our James Connolly?
Where, oh, where is that gallant man?
He's gone to organise the union
Bandworking men, they might yet be free