Lyrics to the greatest hunger strike song ever written
O'Hara, Hughes, McCreesh and Sands
Come Irishmen, I pray attend, and listen to these words I tell
For I sing a lay, from a bygone day, for the brave young lads we all knew well
Young lads that died that freedoms light, might shine so bright across the land
For no braver men, has Ireland seen, than O'Hara Hughes McCreesh and Sands
Young Irish men, in Ulster born, deprived of freedon, work and hope
Opressed by ruthless racist laws, that drive men down beneath the yoke
And when the bloodhound comes at night, to terror strike across the land
With their tanks and guns, and poor mens sons, O'Hara Hughes McCreesh and Sands
And in the hell of an H-block cell, where tyrants try to break mens wills
And boots and bars leave lifelong scars, these brave men's spirits ne'er did yield
The words of Christ then came to mind, who would give up his life for his fellow man
And the volunteers without dread or fear, were O'Hara Hughes McCreesh and Sands
For 3 score days these men they lay, under Margaret Thatcher's tyranny
And British churchmen came to say, no clergymen their souls could free
But far and wide with tears and pride, their story was told in distant lands
So your voices raise, we will sing in praise, of O'Hara Hughes McCreesh and sands
Now brave men die, and slick men lie, and weak men turn their heads away
But short is the hour of those in power, who truth and rights of men betray
But the fight will go on and will not be done, while man is unfree in this fair land
And in freedoms days we will sing in praise, of O'Hara Hughes McCreesh and Sands
38 years today, never forgotten RIP Bobby Sands
O'Hara, Hughes, McCreesh and Sands
Come Irishmen, I pray attend, and listen to these words I tell
For I sing a lay, from a bygone day, for the brave young lads we all knew well
Young lads that died that freedoms light, might shine so bright across the land
For no braver men, has Ireland seen, than O'Hara Hughes McCreesh and Sands
Young Irish men, in Ulster born, deprived of freedon, work and hope
Opressed by ruthless racist laws, that drive men down beneath the yoke
And when the bloodhound comes at night, to terror strike across the land
With their tanks and guns, and poor mens sons, O'Hara Hughes McCreesh and Sands
And in the hell of an H-block cell, where tyrants try to break mens wills
And boots and bars leave lifelong scars, these brave men's spirits ne'er did yield
The words of Christ then came to mind, who would give up his life for his fellow man
And the volunteers without dread or fear, were O'Hara Hughes McCreesh and Sands
For 3 score days these men they lay, under Margaret Thatcher's tyranny
And British churchmen came to say, no clergymen their souls could free
But far and wide with tears and pride, their story was told in distant lands
So your voices raise, we will sing in praise, of O'Hara Hughes McCreesh and sands
Now brave men die, and slick men lie, and weak men turn their heads away
But short is the hour of those in power, who truth and rights of men betray
But the fight will go on and will not be done, while man is unfree in this fair land
And in freedoms days we will sing in praise, of O'Hara Hughes McCreesh and Sands
38 years today, never forgotten RIP Bobby Sands