Long Kesh

Long Kesh

There's[G] a place just[C] outside[G] Lisburn

It's a place that's[D] known to[G] few

Where a[C] group of[D] Irish re[G]bels

Are[C] held by[D] Faulkner's[G] crew

They are forced to[D] live in[G] cages

Like the inmates[D] of Belle[G]vue

But the sperit of[D] 19[G]16

Will always[D] see them[G] through

The men in this vile place

They come from far and near

Some from the Derry Bogside

And Omagh town so near

And some of them from Belfast

From the markets and the Falls

From the narrow streets of Ardoyne

And all around Tyrone

On that black day in August

When Faulkner showed his hand

He thought that by internment

He could break our gallant band

But the boys from Ballymurphy

How they showed the way that night

How they thaught those English soldiers

How Irish men could fight