Bobby Sands
didn't use his hands
inside that prison wall
Kevin Lynch
in an I.R.A. pinch
took his final fall
Francis Hughes
wore Republican shoes
all the way to his end
these H Block men would never bend!!
their fork and spoon
beneath the Irish moon
would eat no food inside their cell
they gave a battle yell
but they would not cry
no one wondered why
they would rather die
and let all hell break loose
while the Golden Goose
served a mighty fine beer
the local boys held no fear
looking down the barrel of a British gun
the Belfast boys refused to run
and the girls played dead
because of what their mommies said
about black-laced boots on a Londonderry street
kicking everyone they'd meet
the television news
and faces of reds and blues
shouting men and rifles fired
bombed-out cars and killers hired
shooting red-hot lead
dark skies and the newly dead
ballads sung with heavy heart
beginning from when The Troubles start
with no let-up no pause
fighting for the rightful cause
tame to wild
every Belfast child
knew
Bobby Sands
didn't use his hands
inside that prison wall
Kevin Lynch
in an I.R.A. pinch
took a final fall
Francis Hughes
wore Republican shoes
all the way to the end
these H Block men would never bend!!
their fork and spoon
beneath the Irish moon
would eat no food inside their cell
they gave a battle yell
but they would not cry
no one wondered why
they would rather die
and let all hell break loose
while the Golden Goose
served a mighty fine beer
the local boys held no fear
looking down the barrel of a British gun
the Belfast boys refused to run
and the girls played dead
because of what their mommies said
about black-laced boots on a Londonderry street
kicking everyone they'd meet
the television news
and faces of reds and blues
shouting men and rifles fired
bombed-out cars and killers hired
shooting red-hot lead
dark skies and the newly dead
ballads sung with heavy heart
beginning from when The Troubles start
with no let-up no pause
fighting for the rightful cause
tame to wild
every Belfast child
knew
Bobby Sands
didn't use his hands
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