There is a place just outside Lisburn It´s a place that´s known to few Where
a group of Irish rebels Are held by Faulkner´s crew There are forced to live in cages Like the inmates of Bellevue But
the spirit of 1916 Will always see them through.
The men in this vile place They come from far and near Some
from the Derry Bogside And Omagh town so near And some of them from Belfast From the Markets and the Falls From
the narrow streets of Ardoyne And all around Tyrone.
On that black day in August When Faulkner showed his hand He
thought that by internment He could break our gallant band But the boys from Ballymurhy How they showed the way that
night How they thaught those English soldiers How Irishmen could fight.
Long Kesh it´s known to everyone The
system must be broke Ardoyne, the New Lodge and the Falls Will see the system choke No more the Special Powers Act The
means will envoke And Long Kesh will be the U stone On which the system´s broke.
A word now Irish people No
matter where you are Remember our brave rebels In Long Kesh this year And by civil disobedience Or any other way We´ll
make a stand until the day Each one of them are free.