I'm ninety miles from Dublin Town I'm in a H-Block cell To help you understand my plight this story now I'll tell I'm on the Blanket Protest my efforts must not fail I'm joined by men and women in the Blocks and Armagh Gaol
It all began the morning when I was dragged to Castlerea And though it was three years ago it seems like yesterday Three days kicked and beaten and then I was forced to sign Confessions that convicted me of deeds that were not mine
Sentenced in a Diplock court my protest it began I could not wear that prison gear I was a Blanket Man I'll not accept your status I'll not be criminalised That's the issue in the Blocks for which we give our lives
Over there in London how they'd laugh and sneer If they could only make us wear their loathsome prison gear Prisoners of War is what we are and that we must remain The Blanket Protest must not end till our status we regain
I've been beaten round the romper room because I won't say sir Frogmarched down the landing and pulled back by the hair I've suffered degradation humility and pain My spirit does not falter your torture is in vain
I've been held in scalding water my skin with deck scrubs torn I've been scratched and cut from head to foot and thrown out on the floor Suffered mirror searches probed by drunken bears I've listened to my comrades' scream and sob their lonely prayers
Now with the news that's coming in the Protest must not fail We've been joined by thirty girls across in Armagh Gaol Pay attention Irish men and Irish women too Show the Free State government their silence will not do
Though it's ninety miles from Dublin it seems so far away It's like we're getting more support from the USA Now you've heard the story of this living hell Remember ninety miles away I'm still in my H-Block cellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
