Where oh Where is Our James Connolly lyrics and chords

The chords to James Connolly are presented in the key of Dm. The lyrics are an ode to 1916 rebellion leader James Connolly.

Use our chord converter to play the song in other keys.

Click here for print version

Dm 
Where oh where is our  
Am 
James 
 
 
Dm 
Connolly
 
Where oh where is that ga
Am 
llant 
 
 
Dm 
man?
 
He’s gone to  
Am 
organise the  
F 
un
C 
ion
Dm 
That working  
Am 
men might yet  
C 
be 
 
 
Dm 
free

Chord Converter
guitar
Our chord converter enables you to play this song in any key.

Where O where is the citizen army
Where O where are those fighting men?
They’ve gone to join the Great Rebellion
And break the bonds of slavery

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

Who carries high that burning flag
Who carries high that burning flag?
‘Tis our 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 the fighting man?
O 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 swore we’d make one mighty Union
And fill that gallant man with pride

Now all you noble Irishmen
Come join with me for liberty
And we will forge a mighty weapon
And smash the bonds of slavery!

James connolly lyrics and chords print version

[Dm]Where oh where is our [Am]James [Dm]Connolly
Where oh where is that ga[Am]llant [Dm]man?
He’s gone to [Am]organise the [F]un[C]ion
[Dm]That working [Am]men might yet [C]be [Dm]free

Where O where is the citizen army
Where O where are those fighting men?
They’ve gone to join the Great Rebellion
And break the bonds of slavery

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

Who carries high that burning flag
Who carries high that burning flag?
‘Tis our 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 the fighting man?
O 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 swore we’d make one mighty Union
And fill that gallant man with pride

Now all you noble Irishmen
Come join with me for liberty
And we will forge a mighty weapon
And smash the bonds of slavery!

Copy Protected by Chetan's WP-Copyprotect.