As I walked through the Glenshane Pass I heard a young girl mourn 'The boy form Tamlaghtduff 'she cried 'is two years dead and gone' How my heart is torn apart this young man to lose Oh I'll never see the likes again of my young Francis Hughes For many years his exploits were a thorn in Englands side The hills and glens became his home there he used to hide Once when they surrounded him he quietly slipped away Like a fox he went to ground and kept the dogs at bay Moving round the countryside he often made the news But they could never lay their hands on my brave Francis Hughes Finally they wounded him and captured him at last From the countryside he loved they took him to Belfast Oh from Musgrave Park to the Crumlin Road and then to an H-Block cell He went straight on the blanket then on hungerstrike as well His will to win they could never break no matter what they tried He fought them every day he lived and he fought them as he died As I walked through the Glenshane Pass I heard a young girl mourn 'The boy form Tamlaghtduff 'she cried 'is two years dead and gone' How my heart is torn apart this young man to lose Oh I'll never see the likes again of my young Francis Hughes | ||||