A youth from the city of Derry,
Brought up in povert streets,
No work, no pay, just prolonged misery,
Oppressed by a bigoted state,
I joined the march of my people,
To change gerrymandering ties,
More homes, more jobs, civil rights for all,
That was our protesting cry.
I will be the tenth hunger-striker,
I'm proud to answer the call,
This pain I take on will make us more strong,
For the Socialist Republic weseek.
As we walked peaceful and solemn,
They beat us into the ground,
Arredted and jailed, locked up in a cage,
Interned to silence our songs,
That started years of great sorrow,
So vivid would soon take it's toll,
The torture the dread, many shot dead,
And our land was without a soul.
I am the tenth hunger-striker,
My heart it mourns for my friends,
Inside me it cried as my comrades died,
And now the fight comes to me.
So I took up the fight like James Connolly,
The people have risen again,
I felt so proud when my rifle spoke loud,
Bhear brugh the warcry I'd sing,
Captured and taken to the H-Blocks,
I joined te brave Blanket-Men,
Though naked and beat I saw their defeat,
As our hunger-strike it began.
I leave as the last hunger-striker,
My pain will soon come to end,
I leave you, my love, my daughter and son,
And sister Margaret so dear,
Remember the ten hunger-strikers,
Who died with great dignity,
So you all can see Ireland once more free,
And a Socialist Republic for all.