The H- Block Song Lyrics & Tabs by Terry O' Neill
The H- Block Song
guitar chords lyrics
I am a proud young Irishman
In Ulster's hills my life began
A happy boy through green fields ran
And I kept God's and man's laws
But when my age was barely ten
My country's wrongs were told again
By the tens of thousand marching then
And my heart stirred to their
So I'll wear no convict's uniform
Nor meekly serve my time
That Britain might brand Ireland's fight eight hundred years of crime
I learned of centuries of strife
Of cruel loss, injustice rife
And I saw now in my own young life
The fruits of foreign sway
Of cruel loss, injustice rife
And I saw now in my own young life
The fruits of foreign sway
Protesters threatened, tortured, maimed
Divisions nurtured, passions flamed
Outrage provoked, right's cause defamed
This is the conqueror's way
So I'll wear no convict's uniform
Nor meekly serve my time
That Britain might brand Ireland's fight eight hundred years of crime
Descendants of proud Connacht clan
Concannon serves cruel Britain's hand
Man's inhumanity to man
Has spawned a trusty slave
No strangers are these bolts and locks
No new designs these cruel H-blocks
Cruel Cromwell lives while Thatcher talks
The bullies taunt the brave
So I'll wear no convict's uniform
Nor meekly serve my time
That Britain might brand Ireland's fight eight hundred years of crime
Does Britain need one thousand years
Of protest, riots, death and tears
Or will this last decade of fears
Of eighty decades spell
An end to Ireland's agony
New hope for human dignity
Or will the last obscenity be this grim H-block cell?
So I'll wear no convict's uniform
Nor meekly serve my time
That Britain might brand Ireland's fight eight hundred years of crime
