All the workers stood in silence at the thought of a man who had died

We heard the news that morning and downed tools for the site,

We marched in silent anger, we made the class protest,

As the tenth Hunger [Striker in Long Kesh met his death.

 

Weeks before we'd heard your letter read out at the factory gates

Telling of the H-Block horror Britains cold regime of hate

We knew you were a Freedom Fighter, that you'd not be criminalized

Michael Devine from Derry City for freedom you sacrificed

 

On the thoughts of your last hours as you slipped into Deaths cold hands

Were you thinking of your loved ones, of friends throughout the land?

Were you dreaming of your childhood, laughing as you played

With those other Bogside children in those far off distant days?

 

Or did you hear the words of Connolly as he spoke at the GPO?

Did you see the Citizen Army as they marched to face the foe?

Did you see the Starry Plough flying high above the Imperial Hotel?

Did you hear the British guns roaring, blasting Connolly's headquarters to hell?

 

Or was your vision of the future in the rights of the working class?

Scarlet banners flying as its eerie ranks marched past

When Irish men and women in their thousands will answer the call

Taking power from the oppressor, that estranged the international?

 

Aye you were a gallant soldier you fought them to the last

Irish workers tell your story from Limerick to Belfast

Thinking of your struggle its hard not to cry

Michael Divine from Derry City in our hearts you'll never die

 

Michael Divine our Derry Hero in our hearts you'll never die.