| 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 |