Rebel Songbook LM
Martin Hurson
Last House In Our Street
Last Night I Had A Happy Dream
Legion Of The Rearguard
Let Erin Remember
Let The People Sing
Lid Of My Granny's Bin
Limb Of The Law,The
Little Drummer Boy
London's Derry
Lonely Woods Of Upton
Long Held In Chains
Long Kesh
Long March To Derry,The
Loughall Ambush,The
Lough Sheelin Eviction
Mairéad Farrell
Man From God-Knows-Where,The
Man From Mullingar
Man From The Daily Mail,The
Martin Hurson
Masters Of War
McElwee's Farewell
McVerry's Men
Meet Me At The Pillar
Memory Of The Dead,The
Men Behind The Wire
Men Of Easter Week
Men Of '81
Men Of The West
Merry Ploughboy
Michael Divine
Michael Collins
Michael Dwyer
Minstrel Boy,The
Mountains Of Pomeroy,The
Murray And McDonald
My Father Once Said To Me
My Heart Is In Ireland
My Last Farewell
My Little Armalite
My Old Man
My Youngest Son Came Home Today

Martin Hurson
Among the hills of green Tyrone an Irish soldier lies,

The youthful Martin Hurson who for Ireland gave his live,

To uphold his country's dignity he followed Bobby Sands,

On a hunger-strike for human rights till death he took his stand.


Through dreary days in that H-block cage my thoughts return to you,

Though beaten low by a savage foe your memory saw me through,

Through tortured nights your prayers brought light and soothed my fears and pain,

And though I'm gone you must fight on till Ireland is free again.


Now gaunt and pale in my H-Block cell my heart still burns the flame,

In my fondest dreams I drilled it seems among your hills again,

A guiding light to lead the fight to free my green Tyrone,

The voice of truth for Irish youth to rid of the British throne.


Farewell my native green Tyrone, I now sleep there in death,

My parents and companions brave are watching over you yet,

Of Cappues Braes my childhood days in memories I recall,

And so adieu to the land I love true, a hardiest Slang bna fhoill.