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