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James Connolly

"A Rebel Song" (karaoke)

"A Rebel Song" (sheet music)


Come workers, sing a rebel song:

A song of love and hate,

Of love unto the lowly

And hatred to the falsely great,

The great who trod our fathers down,

Who steal our children’s bread,

Whose band of greed is stretched to rob

The living and the dead.

 

They sing our rebel song

As we proudly sweep along

To end the age long tyranny

That makes for human tears.

Our march is nearer done

With each setting of the sun,

And the tyrants’ might is passing

With the passing of the years.

 

We sing no more of wailing

And no songs of sighs and tears.

High are our hopes and stout our hearts

And banished all our fears.

Our flag is raised above us

So that all the world may see

‘Tis labor’s faith and labor’s arm

Alone can labor free.

 

They sing our rebel song

As we proudly sweep along

To end the age long tyranny

That makes for human tears.

Our march is nearer done

With each setting of the sun,

And the tyrants’ might is passing

With the passing of the years.

 

Out of the depths of misery,

We march with hearts aflame

With wrath against the rulers false

Who wreck our manhood’s name.

The serf who licks the tyrant’s rod

May bend forgiving knee;

The slave who breaks his slav’ry’s chain,

A wrathful man must be.

 

They sing our rebel song

As we proudly sweep along

To end the age long tyranny

That makes for human tears.

Our march is nearer done

With each setting of the sun,

And the tyrants’ might is passing

With the passing of the years.


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