Der Hungerstreik von IRA-/INLA- Gefangenen 1981

O´Hara, Hughes, McCreesh and Sands

Come Irishmen I pray attend
And listen to these words I tell
For I sing all day from the by gone day
For the brave young lads we all knew well
Young lads have died that freedom´s light
Might shine so bright across the land
For no braver men has Ireland seen but
O´Hara, Hughes, McCreesh and Sands

Young Irishmen, in Ulster born
Deprived of freedom, work and home
Oppressed by ruthless racist laws
They drive men down beneath the yoke
And when the bllodhound comes at night
To terror strike across the land
With their tanks and guns at poor men´s sons
O´Hara, Hughes, McCreesh and Sands

And in the hell of an H- Block cell
Where tyrants try to brak men´s wills
And boots and bars leave live long scarves
This brave men spirits never did yield
The world´s uprise and came to mind
Though he gave up his life for his fellow men
And the Volunteers without dread or fear
O´Hara, Hughes, McCreesh and Sands

For freescore days these men lay
Under Margaret Thatcher´s tyranny
And British church men came to say
That no clergyman their souls could free
But foreign boys with tears and pride
Their story was told in distant lands
So your voices raise we will sing and praise
O´Hara, Hughes, McCreesh and Sands

Our brave men died and sick men lie
And thay´ve been torn their heads away
But short is the hour of those in vain
Who denies them the rights of men betrayed
But the fight will go on and will not be done
While man is unfree in this fair land
And in freedom´s days we will sing and praise
O´Hara, Hughes, McCreesh and Sands