In Black Armagh of the Goddess Macha 
Last February in the grey cold jail 
The Governor Scott in his savage fury 
Came down to break the women's will 
Forty jailers my forty jailers 
From the hell of Long Kesh came down 
And help him break these warrior women. 

The forty jailers put on their armour 
Strapped on their helmets took up their shields 
Then they beat the Armagh women they beat them down 
They were sure they'd yield 
Three days he kept them locked up in darkness 
Locked up in filth you would not believe 
When he released them he was so conceited 
That one and all he thought they would yield. 

If you have suffered he smilingly said 
It never happened it was all just a dream 
Come out come out and obey my orders 
But the Armagh women they would never yield 
They'd never yield to Scott the governor 
They'd never yield till they broke him down 
He and his jailers were all locked in prison 
By the women of Armagh jail. 

And there they remain those warrior women 
Locked up in filth you would not believe 
They hold Scott and his warders powerless 
They hold them there, they'll never concede
Women of Ireland stand up and declare 
Women of Ireland understand your power 
Make us see that together we'll do it 
We'll tumble down their stone grey tower. 

In Black Armagh of the Goddess Mache 
Last February in a cold grey cell....