Текст (слова) песни: misc irish - james connolly | guitar chord и Mp3

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James Connolly
C C7 F C
A great crowd had gathered, outside of Killmainin
F G7
Their heads all uncovered, they knelt on the ground,
C C7 F C
For inside that grim prison, lay a brave Irish soldier,
F C G7 C
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, fire,

James Connolly fell into a ready made grave.
The black flag they 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.
Gods curse on you England, you cruel hearted monster,

Your deeds they would shame, all the devils in Hell,

There are no flowers blooming, but the Shamrock is growing,

On the grave of James Connolly, the Irish rebel.
Many years have gone by, since the Irish rebellion,

And the guns of Britannia, they loudly did speak,

And the brave IRA, stood shoulder to shoulder

And the blood from their bodies, flowed down Sackville street.
The four courts of Dublin, they cruelly bombarded,

The spirit of freedom they tried hard to quell,

But above all the din, came the cry no surrender,

Twas the voice of James Connolly, the Irish rebel.

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: 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 Текст (слова) песни: misc irish - james connolly \| guitar chord и Mp3 Received: from animal-farm.nevada.edu by redrock.nevada.edu (5.65c/M1.4) with SMTP id ; Thu, 24 Jun 1993 10:50:11 -0700 Received: from sulu.orl.mmc.com by animal-farm.nevada.edu id ; Thu, 24 Jun 1993 10:50:08 -0700 Message-Id: <199306241750.AA00803@animal-farm.nevada.edu> Received: by sulu.orl.mmc.com (1.37.109.4/16.2) id AA01186; Thu, 24 Jun 93 13:49:20 -0400 From: Wes Jester Subject: /IRISH/James_Connolly.crd To: jamesb@animal-farm.nevada.edu Date: Thu, 24 Jun 93 13:49:16 EDT Mailer: Elm [revision: 70.85] James Connolly C C7 F C A great crowd had gathered, outside of Killmainin F G7 Their heads all uncovered, they knelt on the ground, C C7 F C For inside that grim prison, lay a brave Irish soldier, F C G7 C 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, fire, James Connolly fell into a ready made grave. The black flag they 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. Gods curse on you England, you cruel hearted monster, Your deeds they would shame, all the devils in Hell, There are no flowers blooming, but the Shamrock is growing, On the grave of James Connolly, the Irish rebel. Many years have gone by, since the Irish rebellion, And the guns of Britannia, they loudly did speak, And the brave IRA, stood shoulder to shoulder And the blood from their bodies, flowed down Sackville street. The four courts of Dublin, they cruelly bombarded, The spirit of freedom they tried hard to quell, But above all the din, came the cry no surrender, Twas the voice of James Connolly, the Irish rebel. Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни james connolly \| guitar chord и Mp3: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/26875.html Все тексты песен: misc irish » misc irish - green fields of france \| guitar chord и Mp3 » misc irish - irish eyes are smiling \| guitar chord и Mp3 » misc irish - only our rivers run free \| guitar chord и Mp3 » misc irish - a nation once again \| guitar chord и Mp3 » misc irish - irish jig \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » misc irish - lanagans ball \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » misc irish - limerick you are a lady \| guitar chord и Mp3 » misc irish - filght of the earls \| guitar chord и Mp3 » misc irish - four green fields \| guitar chord и Mp3 » misc irish - black velvet band \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » misc irish - down by the glenside \| guitar chord и Mp3 » misc irish - bantry girls lament \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » misc irish - whisky in the jar \| guitar chord и Mp3 » misc irish - irish national anthem \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » misc irish - congress reel \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » misc irish - molly malone \| guitar chord и Mp3 » misc irish - noreen bawn \| guitar chord и Mp3 » misc irish - james connolly \| guitar chord и Mp3 » misc irish - monncoin \| guitar chord и Mp3 » misc irish - mooncoin \| guitar chord и Mp3 Рекомендуем скачать: » Екатерина Яровая - Песня про мое поколение » Елена Водовозова - Танго для метущейся души. » Евгений Клячкин - Городская элегия » Елена Решетняк - Встреча » Ефим Ташлицкий - Тост » Елена Фролова - Я живу в нищете, как живут скоморохи и боги... » Евгений Келлер - Муравей » Елена Фролова - Дорожная цыганочка » Евгений Романов - Прощай, молодость » Евгений Клячкин - Стансы Васильевскому острову » Екатерина Барановская - (стихотворение) » Евгения Козина - А после... » Елена Решетняк - Поезд » Елена Фролова - Еще прекрасно серое небо... » Елена Казанцева - Белоснежка » Евгений Бабенко - Обращение к Господу » Е.Белоусов - Вечерок » Егор летов - Раздражение » Евгений Калашников - О вреде пянства (о водном или базовом туризме) » Евгения Козина - Скажу: Как странно всё и все...
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