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Dublin City (Union) 
Dublin City (Union) (Donagh McDonagh) 
In Dublin City in nineteen thirteen, The boss was boss and the employed a slave The women worked and the child grew hungry Till Larkin came like a mighty wave The worker cringed when the boss man thundered and seventy hours was his weekly chore He asked for little and less was given Lest given little he would ask for more 
Then on came Larkin in nineteen thirteen A mighty man with a mighty tongue The voice of labour, the voice of justice And he was gifted and he was young God sent Larkin in nineteen thirteen A labouring man with a Union tongue He raised the worker and gave him courage He was the hero, the worker's son. 
In the month of August the boss man told us No union man for him would work We stood by Larkin, we told the boss man To fight, to starve, Oh, we would not shirk Eight months we fought and eight months we starved We followed Larkin through thick and thin But foodless homes and weeping children They broke our hearts and we could not win 
When Larkin left us we seemed deserted, The sky was black for our workless men Till Connolly came with new hope and counsel, His slogan was "We'll rise again" In Dublin City in nineteen sixteen The British Army they shelled the town The burned the buildings they took our leaders The Harp lay crushed 'neath the bloody crown 
They shot McDonagh and Pearse and Plunkett They shot McDermott and Clarke the brave From bleak Kilmainham they took Ceannt's body To Arbour Hill and a quicklime grave 
And last of all our seven captains A dying man, they shot James Connolly The voice of freedom, the Sword of Labour He gave his life that men might be free 
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