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Freedom's Pioneers 
Freedom's Pioneers (James Connolly) 
Our feet upon the upward path Are set where none may tread Save those who to the rich man's wrath Dare turn rebellious head And heart as brave no cringing slave In all our ranks appears Our proudest boast, in Labour's host Were Freedom's Pioneers. 
CHO: O, slaves may beg and cowards whine. We scorn their foolish fears. Be this our plan, to lead the van, With Freedom's Pioneers. 
Too long upon our toil were built The palaces of power When at our touch those forts of guilt Would crumble in an hour, Now each day brings on swiftest wings To their unwilling ears, The shouts that greet our marching feet 'Tis Freedom's Pioneers! 
The rich man's hate, the rich man's pride Have held us long in awe Our right to life is still denied, And wealth still rules the law But man shall bow no longer now, But welcome with his cheers The ringing stroke, to break our yoke Of Freedom's Pioneers. 
(Words, James Connolly; air-the Boys of Wexford.) 
July01