| Song | James Connolly |
| Artist | Wolfe Tones |
| Album | Let the People Sing |
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| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Traditional |
| [00:02.77] | The man was all shot through that came to day into the Barrack Square |
| [00:08.24] | And a soldier I, I am not proud to say that we killed him there |
| [00:13.97] | They brought him from the prison hospital and to see him in that chair |
| [00:18.34] | I swear his smile would, would far more quickly call a man to prayer |
| [00:24.94] | Maybe, maybe I don't understand this thing that makes these rebels die |
| [00:31.50] | Yet all men love freedom and the spring clear in the sky |
| [00:37.11] | I wouldn't do this deed again for all that I hold by |
| [00:41.01] | As I gazed down my rifle at his breast but then, then a soldier I |
| [00:48.14] | They say he was different, kindly too apart from all the rest |
| [00:52.67] | A lover of the poor-his wounds ill dresse d |
| [00:58.13] | He faced us like a man who knew a greater pain |
| [01:02.19] | Than blows or bullets ere the word began: died he in vain |
| [01:10.50] | Ready, Present, and him just smiling, Christ I felt my rifle shake |
| [01:17.45] | His wounds all open and around his chair a pool of blood |
| [01:23.51] | And I swear his lips said, "fire" before my rifle shot that cursed lead |
| [01:31.58] | And I, I was picked to kill a man like that, James Connolly |
| [01:48.08] | A great crowd had gathered outside of Kilmainham. |
| [01:54.78] | With their heads all uncovered, they knelt on the ground. |
| [02:03.89] | For inside that grim prison lay a brave Irish Soldier. |
| [02:11.42] | His life for his country about to lay down. |
| [02:19.82] | He went to his death like a true son of Ireland. |
| [02:27.24] | The firing party, he bravely did face. |
| [02:35.99] | Then the order ran out present arms and fire. |
| [02:43.12] | James Connolly fell into a ready made grave. |
| [02:51.99] | The black flag was hoisted the cruel deed was over |
| [02:59.60] | Gone was the man who loved Ireland so well. |
| [03:08.44] | There was many's a sad heart in Dublin that morning. |
| [03:15.61] | When they murdered James Connolly, the Irish Rebel. |
| [03:33.34] | God's curse on you, England, you cruel-hearted monster |
| [03:41.09] | Your deeds they would shame all the devils in hell. |
| [03:49.67] | There are no flowers blooming but the shamrock is growing |
| [03:57.38] | On the grave of James Connolly, the Irish Rebel! |
| [04:06.70] | Many years have gone by since the Irish Rebellion. |
| [04:13.55] | When the guns of Britannia so loudly did speak. |
| [04:22.64] | When the bold IRA they stood shoulder to shoulder. |
| [04:29.90] | As the blood from their bodies flowed down Sackville Street. |
| [04:38.68] | The Four Courts of Dublin the English Bombarded. |
| [04:46.52] | Our spirit of freedom they tried hard to quell. |
| [04:55.10] | But above all the din came the cry, "No surrender!" |
| [05:05.31] | 'Twas the voice of James Connolly, the Irish Rebel! |
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| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Traditional |
| [00:02.77] | The man was all shot through that came to day into the Barrack Square |
| [00:08.24] | And a soldier I, I am not proud to say that we killed him there |
| [00:13.97] | They brought him from the prison hospital and to see him in that chair |
| [00:18.34] | I swear his smile would, would far more quickly call a man to prayer |
| [00:24.94] | Maybe, maybe I don' t understand this thing that makes these rebels die |
| [00:31.50] | Yet all men love freedom and the spring clear in the sky |
| [00:37.11] | I wouldn' t do this deed again for all that I hold by |
| [00:41.01] | As I gazed down my rifle at his breast but then, then a soldier I |
| [00:48.14] | They say he was different, kindly too apart from all the rest |
| [00:52.67] | A lover of the poorhis wounds ill dresse d |
| [00:58.13] | He faced us like a man who knew a greater pain |
| [01:02.19] | Than blows or bullets ere the word began: died he in vain |
| [01:10.50] | Ready, Present, and him just smiling, Christ I felt my rifle shake |
| [01:17.45] | His wounds all open and around his chair a pool of blood |
| [01:23.51] | And I swear his lips said, " fire" before my rifle shot that cursed lead |
| [01:31.58] | And I, I was picked to kill a man like that, James Connolly |
| [01:48.08] | A great crowd had gathered outside of Kilmainham. |
| [01:54.78] | With their heads all uncovered, they knelt on the ground. |
| [02:03.89] | For inside that grim prison lay a brave Irish Soldier. |
| [02:11.42] | His life for his country about to lay down. |
| [02:19.82] | He went to his death like a true son of Ireland. |
| [02:27.24] | The firing party, he bravely did face. |
| [02:35.99] | Then the order ran out present arms and fire. |
| [02:43.12] | James Connolly fell into a ready made grave. |
| [02:51.99] | The black flag was hoisted the cruel deed was over |
| [02:59.60] | Gone was the man who loved Ireland so well. |
| [03:08.44] | There was many' s a sad heart in Dublin that morning. |
| [03:15.61] | When they murdered James Connolly, the Irish Rebel. |
| [03:33.34] | God' s curse on you, England, you cruelhearted monster |
| [03:41.09] | Your deeds they would shame all the devils in hell. |
| [03:49.67] | There are no flowers blooming but the shamrock is growing |
| [03:57.38] | On the grave of James Connolly, the Irish Rebel! |
| [04:06.70] | Many years have gone by since the Irish Rebellion. |
| [04:13.55] | When the guns of Britannia so loudly did speak. |
| [04:22.64] | When the bold IRA they stood shoulder to shoulder. |
| [04:29.90] | As the blood from their bodies flowed down Sackville Street. |
| [04:38.68] | The Four Courts of Dublin the English Bombarded. |
| [04:46.52] | Our spirit of freedom they tried hard to quell. |
| [04:55.10] | But above all the din came the cry, " No surrender!" |
| [05:05.31] | ' Twas the voice of James Connolly, the Irish Rebel! |
| ti: | |
| ar: | |
| al: | |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Traditional |
| [00:02.77] | The man was all shot through that came to day into the Barrack Square |
| [00:08.24] | And a soldier I, I am not proud to say that we killed him there |
| [00:13.97] | They brought him from the prison hospital and to see him in that chair |
| [00:18.34] | I swear his smile would, would far more quickly call a man to prayer |
| [00:24.94] | Maybe, maybe I don' t understand this thing that makes these rebels die |
| [00:31.50] | Yet all men love freedom and the spring clear in the sky |
| [00:37.11] | I wouldn' t do this deed again for all that I hold by |
| [00:41.01] | As I gazed down my rifle at his breast but then, then a soldier I |
| [00:48.14] | They say he was different, kindly too apart from all the rest |
| [00:52.67] | A lover of the poorhis wounds ill dresse d |
| [00:58.13] | He faced us like a man who knew a greater pain |
| [01:02.19] | Than blows or bullets ere the word began: died he in vain |
| [01:10.50] | Ready, Present, and him just smiling, Christ I felt my rifle shake |
| [01:17.45] | His wounds all open and around his chair a pool of blood |
| [01:23.51] | And I swear his lips said, " fire" before my rifle shot that cursed lead |
| [01:31.58] | And I, I was picked to kill a man like that, James Connolly |
| [01:48.08] | A great crowd had gathered outside of Kilmainham. |
| [01:54.78] | With their heads all uncovered, they knelt on the ground. |
| [02:03.89] | For inside that grim prison lay a brave Irish Soldier. |
| [02:11.42] | His life for his country about to lay down. |
| [02:19.82] | He went to his death like a true son of Ireland. |
| [02:27.24] | The firing party, he bravely did face. |
| [02:35.99] | Then the order ran out present arms and fire. |
| [02:43.12] | James Connolly fell into a ready made grave. |
| [02:51.99] | The black flag was hoisted the cruel deed was over |
| [02:59.60] | Gone was the man who loved Ireland so well. |
| [03:08.44] | There was many' s a sad heart in Dublin that morning. |
| [03:15.61] | When they murdered James Connolly, the Irish Rebel. |
| [03:33.34] | God' s curse on you, England, you cruelhearted monster |
| [03:41.09] | Your deeds they would shame all the devils in hell. |
| [03:49.67] | There are no flowers blooming but the shamrock is growing |
| [03:57.38] | On the grave of James Connolly, the Irish Rebel! |
| [04:06.70] | Many years have gone by since the Irish Rebellion. |
| [04:13.55] | When the guns of Britannia so loudly did speak. |
| [04:22.64] | When the bold IRA they stood shoulder to shoulder. |
| [04:29.90] | As the blood from their bodies flowed down Sackville Street. |
| [04:38.68] | The Four Courts of Dublin the English Bombarded. |
| [04:46.52] | Our spirit of freedom they tried hard to quell. |
| [04:55.10] | But above all the din came the cry, " No surrender!" |
| [05:05.31] | ' Twas the voice of James Connolly, the Irish Rebel! |