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james larkin - wolfhound lyrics

in dublin city in 1913
the boss was rich and the poor were slaves
the women working, the children hungry
then on came larkin like a mighty wave
the workmen cringed when the boss man thundered
just ten hours was his weekly chore
they asked for little and less was granted
lest getting little they’d ask for more

but on came larkin, so dark and handsome
a mighty man with a mighty tongue
the voice of justice, the voice of freedom
and he was gifted and hе was young
and god sent larkin in 1913
a mighty man with a mighty tongue
he raisеd the worker and gave him courage
he was a leader, a workers son

in the month of august the boss man told us
no union man for him would work
we stood by larkin and told the boss man
we’d fight or die but we would not shirk
eight months we fought and eight months we starved
we stood by larkin through thick and thin
but foodless homes and the cries of children
they broke our hearts and we could not win
then larkin left us we seemed defeated
the night was black for the working man
but on came connolly with hope and counsel
his motto was that they’d rise again
in dublin city in 1916
the british soldiers, they burnt the town
they sh*lled the buildings and shot our leaders
the harp was buried beneath the crown

they shot mcdermott and pe*rs* and plunkett
they shot mcdonagh and tom clarke the brave
from bleak kilmanham they took their bodies
to arbour hill and a quicklime grave
but most of all of the seven leaders
i’ll sing the praise of james connolly
the voice of justice, the voice of freedom
he gave his life that men might be free

- wolfhound lyrics

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