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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!