| O me name is Joe McDonnell from
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| Belfast town I came
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| That city I will
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| Never see again
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| For in the town of Belfast
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| I spent many happy days
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| I love that town in oh so many ways
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| For it’s there I spent my childhood and found
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| For me a wife
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| I then set out to make
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| For her a life
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| But all my young ambitions met with bitterness and hate
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| I soon found myself inside a prison gate
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| And you dare to call me a terrorist
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| While you looked down your gun
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| When I think of all the deeds that you had done
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| You had plundered many nations divided many lands
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| You had terrorised their peoples you ruled with an iron hand
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| And you brought this reign of terror to my land
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| Through those many months internment
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| In the Maidstone and the Maze
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| I thought about my land throughout those days
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| Why my country was divided, why I was now in jail
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| Imprisoned without crime or without trial
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| And though I love my country I am not a bitter man
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| I’ve seen cruelty and injustice at first hand
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| So then one fateful morning I shook bold freedom’s hand
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| For right or wrong I’d try to free my land
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| And you dare to call me a terrorist
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| While you looked down your gun
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| When I think of all the deeds that you had done
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| You had plundered many nations divided many lands
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| You had terrorised their peoples you ruled with an iron hand
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| And you brought this reign of terror to my land
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| Then one cold October morning trapped in a lion’s den
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| I found myself in prison once again
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| I was committed to the H-blocks for fourteen years or more
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| On the Blanket the conditions they were poor
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| Then a hunger strike we did commence for the dignity of man
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| But it seemed to me that no one gave a damn
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| But now, I’m a saddened man I’ve watched my comrades die
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| If only people cared or wondered why
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| And you dare to call me a terrorist
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| While you looked down your gun
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| When I think of all the deeds that you had done
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| You had plundered many nations divided many lands
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| You had terrorised their peoples you ruled with an iron hand
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| And you brought this reign of terror to my land
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| May God shine on you Bobby Sands
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| For the courage you have shown
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| May your glory and your fame be widely known
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| And Francis Hughes and Ray McCreesh who died unselfishly
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| And Patsy O Hara and the next in line is me
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| And those who lie behind me may you’re courage be the same
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| And I pray to God my life is not in vain
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| Ah but sad and bitter was the year of 1981
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| For everything I’ve lost and nothing’s won |