| The men in this vile place
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| They come from far and near
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| Some from the Derry Bogside
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| And Omagh town so near
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| And some of them from Belfast
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| From the markets and the Falls
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| From the narrow streets of Ardoyne
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| And all around Tyrone
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| On that black day in August
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| When Faulkner showed his hand
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| He thought that by internment
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| He could break our gallant band
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| But the boys from Ballymurphy
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| How they showed the way that night
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| How they thaught those English soldiers
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| How Irish men could fight
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| Long Kesh it’s known to everyone
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| The system must be broke
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| Ardoyne the New Lodge and the Falls
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| Will see the system choke
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| No more the special powers act
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| The means will envoke
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| And Long Kesh will be the U stone
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| Of which the system’s broke
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| A word now Irish people
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| No matter where you are
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| Remember our brave rebels
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| In Long Kesh this year
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| And by civil disobeience
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| Or any other way
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| We’ll make a stand until the day
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| Each one of them are free |