Call me what you will And tell me what you say For tomorrow brings a new end And their way has gone away For within these walls I see the sun As it shines over the hill Down into the valleys And amongst its apple hills But when this war is over and I see your face again Then I´ll tell you of the warriors who put death before revenge Now here we starve in prison to support our fellow men you only have a woollen blanket And the crucifix in their hand Bitter screws here last and give them hell but their spirits they cannot break Older chins said „keep marching on“ People think you shall not leave it too late Oh Bobby was the first to go with Francis close behind The people streamed onto the streets To have faith was not a crime And faith is what those men had When they chose to join our fight Their actions were political And those British see we were right The days rolled by and two more died O´Hara and McCreesh still Thatcher jokes to bite her lip All the type was not to see it Still the barricades went up by day As the bullets come by night How much longer must we keep this path There is still no end inside It´s a dreadful thing that these men joined Our rights, our march and brave That´s ten too many coffin nails Kicked coldly to their graves We are ten more determent reasons For to break out of this hell O´Hara, Hughes, McCreesh and Sands, Doherty and Lynch Joe McDonnell, Hurson, McElwee, Devine https://youtube/watch?v=JKP9JML-L8E
Posted on: Sat, 11 Oct 2014 23:39:50 +0000