James Larkin

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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In Dublin City in nineteen thirteen
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The boss was rich and the poor were slaves
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The women working and children starving
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Then on came Larkin like a mighty wave
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The workers cringed when the boss man thundered
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Seventy hours was his weekly chore
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He asked for little and less was granted
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Lest given little then he'd ask for more

[Verse 2]
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In the month of August the boss man told us
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No union man for him could work
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We stood by Larkin and told the boss man
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We'd fight or die, but we wouldn't shirk
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Eight months we fought and eight months we starved
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We stood by Larkin through thick and thin
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But foodless homes and the crying of children
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It broke our hearts, we just couldn't win

[Verse 3]
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Then Larkin left us, we seemed defeated
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The night was black for the working man
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But on came Connolly with new hope and counsel
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His motto was that we'd rise again
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In nineteen sixteen in Dublin City
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The English soldiers they burnt our town
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The shelled our buildings and shot our leaders
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The Harp was buried 'neath the bloody crown

[Verse 4]
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They shot McDermott and Pearse and Plunkett
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They shot McDonagh and Clarke the brave
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From bleak Kilmainham they took Ceannt's body
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To Arbour Hill and a quicklime grave
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But last of all of the seven heroes
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I sing the praise of James Connolly
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The voice of justice, the voice of freedom
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He gave his life, that man might be free

[Outro]
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