Текст песни The Wolfe Tones - James Connolly

The man was all shot
through that came to day into the Barrack Square
And a soldier I, I am not proud
to say that we killed him there
They brought him from the prison hospital and to
see him in that chair
I swear his smile would, would far more quickly call a man
to prayer
Maybe, maybe I don't understand this thing that makes these rebels
die
Yet all men love freedom and the spring clear in the sky
I wouldn't do this
deed again for all that I hold by
As I gazed down my rifle at his breast but
then, then a soldier I.
They say he was different, kindly too apart from all the
rest.
A lover of the poor-his wounds ill dressed.
He faced us like a man who knew
a greater pain
Than blows or bullets ere the world began: died he in vain
Ready,
Present, and him just smiling, Christ I felt my rifle shake
His wounds all open
and around his chair a pool of blood
And I swear his lips said, "fire" before my
rifle shot that cursed lead
And I, I was picked to kill a man like that, James
Connolly
A great crowd had gathered outside of Kilmainham
Their heads all
uncovered, they knelt to the ground.
For inside that grim prison
Lay a great Irish
soldier
His 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 fell into a ready-made grave
The black flag
was hoisted, the cruel deed was over
Gone was the man who loved Ireland so
wel
lThere was many a sad heart in Dublin that morning
When they murdered James
Connolly - the Irish rebel...