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letra de james connelly - dropkick murphys

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[verse 1]
marchin’ down o’connell street
with a starry plough on high
here comes the citizen’s army
with their fists raised to the sky
and leadin’ them was a mighty man
with a mad rage in his eye
“my name is james connolly
i didn’t come here to die”

[pre-chorus]
but to fight for the rights of the workin’ man
the small farmer too
to protect the proletariat
from the bosses and their screws

[chorus]
so hold onto your rifles, boys
don’t give up the dream
a republic for the workin’ class
economic… liberty!

[verse 2]
then jem cries out, “oh, citizens
this system is a curse
an english boss is a monster
an irish one is worse
they’ll never lock us out again
and here’s the reason why
my name is james connolly
i didn’t come here to die”

[pre-chorus]
but to fight for the rights of the workin’ man
the small farmer too
to protect the proletariat
from the bosses and their screws

[chorus]
so hold onto your rifles, boys
don’t give up the dream
a republic for the workin’ class
economic… liberty!

[verse 3]
now over in the gpo
with the bullets whizzin’ by
there’s pe-rs- and sean mcdermott
they’re tellin’ each other goodbye
up steps our citizen leaders
as he roars out to the sky:
“my name is james connelly
i didn’t come here to die”

[pre-chorus]
but to fight for the rights of the workin’ man
the small farmer too
to protect the proletariat
from the bosses and their screws

[chorus]
so hold onto your rifles, boys
don’t give up the dream
a republic for the workin’ class
economic… liberty!

[verse 4]
we fought them to a standstill
while the flames lit up the sky
till a bullet pierced our leader
and we gave up on the fight
they shot him in kilmainham gaol
but they’ll never stop his cry
“my name is james connolly
i didn’t come here to die”

[pre-chorus]
but to fight for the rights of the workin’ man
the small farmer too
to protect the proletariat
from the bosses and their screws

[chorus]
so hold onto your rifles, boys
don’t give up the dream
a republic for the workin’ class
economic… liberty, hey!

[instrumental break]

[chorus]
so hold onto your rifles, boys
don’t give up the dream
a republic for the workin’ class
economic liberty!

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