James Larkin
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In Dublin City in nineteen thirteen
The boss was rich and the poor were slaves
The women working and children starving
Then on came Larkin like a mighty wave
The workers cringed when the boss man thundered
Seventy hours was his weekly chore
He asked for little and less was granted
Lest given little then he'd ask for more

In the month of August the boss man told us
No union man for him could work
We stood by Larkin and told the boss man
We'd fight or die, but we wouldn't shirk
Eight months we fought and eight months we starved
We stood by Larkin through thick and thin
But foodless homes and the crying of children
It broke our hearts, we just couldn't win

Then Larkin left us, we seemed defeated
The night was black for the working man
But on came Connolly with new hope and counsel
His motto was that we'd rise again
In nineteen sixteen in Dublin City
The English soldiers they burnt our town
The shelled our buildings and shot our leaders
The Harp was buried 'neath the bloody crown

They shot McDermott and Pearse and Plunkett
They shot McDonagh and Clarke the brave
From bleak Kilmainham they took Ceannt's body
To Arbour Hill and a quicklime grave
But last of all of the seven heroes
I sing the praise of James Connolly




The voice of justice, the voice of freedom
He gave his life, that man might be free

Overall Meaning

The Dubliners’ song “James Larkin” tells of the events of 1913 in Dublin, Ireland. The city was divided economically with the rich bosses versus the poor workers. The boss man demanded seventy weekly working hours from the workers without giving them appropriate compensation. Larkin arrived on the scene like a “mighty wave” and became the workers’ leader. He demanded what was owed to the workers and stood up against the bosses. In response, the boss man said no union man could work for him. The workers refused to succumb to this threat and eight months of fighting and starving commenced. Larkin left the workers defeated and all seemed lost, until James Connolly stepped in with new hope and counsel, declaring that the working man will rise again.


The song also speaks about the events of 1916, where English soldiers burnt down Dublin City, shelled their buildings, and shot their leaders. The heroes of the rebellion were executed, including McDermott, Pearse, Plunkett, McDonagh, Clarke, and Ceannt. The song, however, finishes on a positive note by mentioning the “voice of justice, the voice of freedom,” James Connolly, who gave his life for the liberation of his people.


Line by Line Meaning

In Dublin City in nineteen thirteen
The city of Dublin in the year 1913


The boss was rich and the poor were slaves
The wealthy rulers oppressed and controlled the poorer citizens


The women working and children starving
Women were forced to work, while children were left to suffer from hunger


Then on came Larkin like a mighty wave
James Larkin arrived with a forceful presence


The workers cringed when the boss man thundered
The workers feared their boss's angry outbursts


Seventy hours was his weekly chore
The boss required his workers to work 70 hours per week as their duty


He asked for little and less was granted
The workers requested few things, yet they were given even less than what they asked for


Lest given little then he'd ask for more
If only given little, Larkin would demand even more


In the month of August the boss man told us
During the month of August, the boss declared that no union worker was allowed to work


No union man for him could work
He did not want any worker associated with a union to work for him


We stood by Larkin and told the boss man
The workers supported Larkin and stood up to the boss


We'd fight or die, but we wouldn't shirk
They were willing to fight to the death rather than back down


Eight months we fought and eight months we starved
The workers fought and starved for eight months


We stood by Larkin through thick and thin
They were loyal to Larkin through both good and bad times


But foodless homes and the crying of children
The workers suffered hunger and sorrowful sounds from their children


It broke our hearts, we just couldn't win
The situation was emotionally devastating and they were unable to achieve victory


Then Larkin left us, we seemed defeated
When Larkin departed, the workers felt hopeless and defeated


The night was black for the working man
The working class was in a state of despair and uncertainty


But on came Connolly with new hope and counsel
Then James Connolly brought new optimism and advice


His motto was that we'd rise again
He believed that they could and would overcome their struggles


In nineteen sixteen in Dublin City
During the year 1916 in Dublin City


The English soldiers they burnt our town
English soldiers burned down their town


The shelled our buildings and shot our leaders
They destroyed buildings and killed their leaders


The Harp was buried 'neath the bloody crown
Ireland's symbol of the harp was buried beneath the English crown soaked in blood


They shot McDermott and Pearse and Plunkett
The English soldiers shot and killed McDermott, Pearse, and Plunkett


They shot McDonagh and Clarke the brave
They also killed McDonagh and Clarke


From bleak Kilmainham they took Ceannt's body
They took Ceannt's body from the gloomy Kilmainham jail


To Arbour Hill and a quicklime grave
They buried him in a mass grave in Arbour Hill using quicklime to decompose the bodies


But last of all of the seven heroes
The last of the seven heroes was


I sing the praise of James Connolly
I celebrate and admire James Connolly


The voice of justice, the voice of freedom
Connolly was a champion for justice and freedom


He gave his life, that man might be free
He sacrificed his life for the cause of freedom for mankind.




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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@cynicaldrummer2608

in Dublin city , in 1913,
the boss was rich and the poor were slaves.
the women working and children starving.

and on came Larkin, like a mighty wave.
the workers cringed when the boss man pondered,
70 hours was his weekly chore.
he asked for little and less was granted,
lest gettin' little then he'd ask for more .

in the month of august, the boss man told us,
no union man for him could work,
we stood by Larkin, and told the boss man,
we'd fight or die but we wouldn't shirk.

8 months we fought and 8 months we starved,
we stood by Larkin through thick and thin.
but foodless homes and the crying of children ,
it broke out hearts ,
we just couldn't win .

then Larkin left us , we seemed defeated ,
the night was black, for the working man ,
but on came Connelly, with new hope and counsel,
his moto was , that'd we'd rise again.

In 1916, in Dublin City ,
the English soldiers , they burned our town,
they shelled our buildings and shot our leaders,
The harp was buried beneath the bloody crown.

they shot McDermott, and Pearse and Plunkett,
they shot MacDonagh and Clarke the brave,
from bleak Kilmainham they took their bodies ,
to Arbour hill and the quick line grave.

but last of all of the 7 heroes,
ill sing the praise of James Connelly ,
the voice of Justice and the voice of freedom,
he gave his life that men might be free.


Sorry for any incorrect transcriptions.



All comments from YouTube:

@urszalucullus8387

Music is a wonderful way of "teaching" people history. I have never heard about James Larkin before I looked up the name (because I listened to the song). I am not from Ireland, so I guess it's not surprising that I never heard of him in History Lessons, but songs like this inspire people to look something up.

@manum8300

Then listen and read about James Connolly.

@olelukje3928

I learned from the Dubliners’s songs more of Ireland’s history than I learned from any other source))) I’m not Irish too.

@MastersOfPhysics

James Larkin was my great great Grandfather, good to see the appreciation!

@lynnkelly6190

my gran aunt was a Jacob's worker who did 3 months during the LOCKOUT, n a gun runner during the RISING

@tackofall6856

He was my great great great uncle guess we’re cousins lol

@JacobMA52

He’s my great great uncle! I think we’re related!

@MrCostas32

a great man

@sentimentaloldme

This ballad was written by Donagh MacDonagh son of Thomas MacDonagh (who was executed by crown forces in 1916)..."Those in power write the history. Those who suffer write the songs"

@mr.rattlebones6316

Whether Scouser or Irishman this man should be a Hero to all working men and women.

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