I am a proud young Irishman

From Ulster's hill my life began

A happy boy through green fields ran

And I kept God's and man's laws

But when my age was barely ten

My country's wrongs were told again

By tens of thousands marching men

And my heart stared to their cause.

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So I'll wear no convict's uniform

Nor meekly serve my time

That Britain might brand Ireland's fight

800 Years of crime

I learned of centuries of strife

Of cruel laws injustice rife

And I saw now in my own young life

The fruits of foreign sway

Protesters threatened, tortured, maimed

Divisions nurtured passions flamed

Outrage prevoked rights cause defamed

This is the conqueror's ways

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Descendant's of proud Connaught clan

Concannon served cruel Britain's paln

Man's inhumanity to man

Had spawned a trusty slave

No strangers are thses bolts and locks

No new design these dark H-Blocks

Cruel Cromwell lives while Mason* stalks

The bully taunts the brave

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Does Britain need one thousand years

Of protest, riots, death and tears

Or will this last decade of fears

Of eighty decades spell

An end to Ireland's agony

New hope for human dignity

And will the last obscenity

Be this grim H-Block cell

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