He was born in Belfast
Brought up without fear or respect for the crown,
His heroes were rebels but their lives didn't pay,
And soon he was part of the Belfast Brigade.
God keep you Kieran we pray every night,
And bless all the young men who keep on the fight,
When England is banished united we'll be,
Your name we'll remember when Ireland is free.
For the Free State elections you were the peoples first choice,
But a cold-hearted Thatcher would not heed their voice,
And those lackies in Dublin are forever shamed,
For letting her kill you they too share the blame.
The hunger-strike is over but the struggle goes on,
To join Ireland's Martyrs ten brave men have gone,
But don't be disheartened, don't weep for their loss,
They'd rather be dead than accept England's laws.