Big Johhn Davey
© The Irish Brigade
the hills of north Antrim to south
There the fierce fire for freedom and justice burned
the love for a land torn apart.
years of harassment, thrown in jail many times,
were never convicted of crime,
those years spent in prison made you work harder still,
For those young folk there still serving time.
big John Davey, a patriot true,
Another victim to England's foul hand,
the men on the triggers do not pull the strings,
the death squads that torment our land.
voice of your people, you spoke out for Sìnn Féin,
the bigots could not shout you down,
that February evening they stopped you at last,
silenced what threats could not drown.
this sad blood stained country we've lost too many good men,
like John, took a stand against the crown,
though terror and murder stalk the roads of our land,
the Croppies will never lie down.
it's softly and sadly I sing this last song,
a man who's kind face we know well,
with your friends and your comrades, your memory lives on,
Though that heart that loved Ireland is now