|Fine..you talked me into it.
||[Mar. 20th, 2004|10:44 pm]
1 Corinthians 13:6
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I'm aware this is shite.
I was born a poor boy in Rathcoole, and a poor boy I remained.
Fighting for our freedom, until I was detained.
For six days I was pandied, and then thrown in a cell.
All for the cause of freedom, my life soon became my hell.
They swiped all my possessions, leaving nothing but a pen.
That's when I held a meeting, with all the H-Block men.
We organized a hunger strike, to bring attention to "the cause."
Freedom for all Ireland, there would not be no withdrawals.
On the twenty third March, I was pulled from my cell.
Sent to the prison hospital, the English forcing me to get well.
But it's too late to save me now, the boys will remember my name.
My comrades will die shortly now, but certainly not in vain.
Although I am the first to die, I know there will be more.
Freedom for all Ireland
"Tiocfaidh Ar La "