Where oh where is our James Connolly?
Where oh where is that gallant man?
He has gone to organise the union
That working men might yet be free

Where oh where is the Citizen Army?
Where oh where is that gallant band?
They´ve gone to join the Great Rebellion
And smash the bonds of slavery

Who´ll be there to lead the van?
And who´ll be there to lead the van?
Oh who should be there but our James Connolly
The hero of each working man

Who carries high our burning flag?
Who carries high our burning flag?
Oh who but James Connolly all pale and wounded
Who carries high our burning flag

They carried him up to the jail
They carried him up to the jail
And there they shot him one bright May morning
And quickly laid him in his grave

Who mourns now for our James Connolly?
Who mourns for that gallant man?
Oh lay me down in yon green garden
And make my bearers Union men
We laid him down in yon green garden
With Union men on every side
And we swore we would forge one mighty weapon
And fill that gallant man with pride

Where oh where is our James Connolly?
Where oh where is that gallant man?
He has gone to organise the union
That working men might yet be free