Rebel Songbook I-K
James Larkin
I Hate To Hear People Cry
If I Should Fall From Grace With God
If It Wasn't For The Border
Impartial Police Force,The
INLA Freedom Fighters
Ireland, Boys, Hurrah!
Ireland Divided
Ireland Unfree
Ireland United,Gaelic And Free
Ireland's Fight For Freedom
Irish Citizen Army
Irish Free State,The
Irish Rebel Spy,The
Irish Soldier Boy
Irish Soldier Laddie
Irish Ways And Irish Laws
Jackets Green,The
James Connolly
James Connolly
James Larkin
Joe McManus
Joe McCann
Joe McDonnell
John Mitchel
Johnson's Motorcar
Kelly The Boy From Killane
Kerry Recruit,The
Kevin Barry
Kevin Lynch
Kieran Doherty

James Larkin

In Dublin city in 1913,

The boss was rich and the poor were slaves,

The women working and the children starving,

Then on came Larkin like a mighty wave.

The workers cringed when the bossman  thundered.

Seventy hours was his weekly chore.

He asked for little and less was granted,

Lest getting little he would ask for more.


In the month of August the bossman told us

No union man for him could work.

We stood by Larkin and told the bossman

We'd fight or die, but we wouldn't shirk!

Eight months we fought and eight months we starved,

We stood by Larkin through thick and thin,

But foodless homes and the crying of children

They broke our hearts; we just couldnt win.


Then Larkin left us we seemed defeated.

The night was black for the working man,

But on came Connolly with new hope and counsel

His motto was that we'd rise again.

In 1916 in Dublin city,

The English soldiers they burnt our town.

They shelled the buildings and shot our leaders;

The harp was buried neath the bloody crown.


They shot McDermott and Pearse and Plunkett,

The shot McDonagh and Clarke the brave.

From bleak Kilmainham they took their bodies

To Arbour Hill, to a quicklime grave.

But last of all, of the seven heroes,

I'll sing the praise of James Connolly,

The voice of justice, the voice of freedom,

Who gave his life that men might be free.