The Extradition Song
of Ireland upon you I call
You stand in the north your backs to the wall
By the foe you`re surrounded, now you must decide
For Margaret Thatcher wants you on her side
You can judge British justice by whats gone before
The Birmingham Six, the Guilford Four
Thirteen men in Derry, in the H-Blocks ten more
Will you let extradition increase Maggies score?
Don`t hand them over don`t play England`s game
The word extradition should fill you with shame
If you`re proud to be Irish then live up to the name
Don`t hand them over to be tortured and framed.
Don`t cry pious tears for the plight of the north
While your troops man the border to support British force
You can`t have it both ways you must make a stand
You can`t honour Connolly then sell out his land
Remember those butchers who struck at Loughall
Are the very same men who put Pearse against the wall
There are few enough left to defend Ireland`s cause
Will you extradite them to face foul foreign laws?
The whole world now knows of Britannia`s shame
How Mairead, Sean and Danny in Gibralter were slane
And young MacAnespie on the border shot down
As he innocently walked to his own gaelic ground
So south of the border let your voices ring clear
Lest your politicians ahould turn a deaf ear
It is you who have the power in your name they shall stand
It is you who will have Irish blood on your hands.