a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de james connolly - wolfe tones

the man was all shot through that came to day into the
barrack square
and a soldier i, i am not proud to say that we killed
him there
they brought him from the prison hospital and to see
him in that chair
i swear his smile would, would far more quickly call a
man to prayer
maybe, maybe i don’t understand this thing that makes
these rebels die
yet all men love freedom and the spring clear in the
sky
i wouldn’t do this deed again for all that i hold by
as i gazed down my rifle at his breast but then, then a
soldier i.
they say he was different, kindly too apart from all
the rest.
a lover of the poor-his wounds ill dressed.
he faced us like a man who knew a greater pain
than blows or bullets ere the world began: died he in
vain
ready, present, and him just smiling, christ i felt my
rifle shake
his wounds all open and around his chair a pool of
blood

and i swear his lips said, ‘fire’ before my rifle shot
that cursed lead
and i, i was picked to kill a man like that, james
connolly

a great crowd had gathered outside of kilmainham
their heads all uncovered, they knelt to the ground.
for inside that grim prison
lay a great irish soldier
his life for his country about to lay down.
he went to his death like a true son of ireland
the firing party he bravely did face
then the order rang out: present arms and fire
james connolly fell into a ready-made grave
the black flag was hoisted, the cruel deed was over
gone was the man who loved ireland so well
there was many a sad heart in dublin that morning
when they murdered james connolly-. the irish rebel

- wolfe tones

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS