Big Johhn Davey

Gerry O'Glacain 

From the hills of north Antrim to south

There the fierce fire for freedom and justice burned bright,

And the love for a land torn apart.

Throughout years of harassment, thrown in jail many times,

You were never convicted of crime,

And those years spent in prison made you work harder still,

For those young folk there still serving time.

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Farewell big John Davey, a patriot true,

Another victim to England's foul hand,

For the men on the triggers do not pull the strings,

Of the death squads that torment our land.

The voice of your people, you spoke out for Sìnn Féin,

And the bigots could not shout you down,

Till that February evening they stopped you at last,

Bullets silenced what threats could not drown.

In this sad blood stained country we've lost too many good men,

Who, like John, took a stand against the crown,

And though terror and murder stalk the roads of our land,

Still the Croppies will never lie down.

So it's softly and sadly I sing this last song,

For a man who's kind face we know well,

For with your friends and your comrades, your memory lives on,

Though that heart that loved Ireland is now still.