As we I walked through the Glenshane Pass I heard a young girl mourn The boy from Tamlaghduff she cried is two years dead and gone How my heart is torn apart this young man to lose I'll never see the likes again of young Francis Hughes
For many years his exploits were a thorn in England's 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
Of from Musgrave Park to Crumlin Road and then to a 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 we I walked through the Glenshane Pass I heard a young girl mourn The boy from Tamlaghduff she cried is two years dead and gone How my heart is torn apart this young man to lose I'll never see the likes again of young Francis HughesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
