Martin Hurson The Irish Brigade

[Verse 1]
Among the hills of green Tyrone, an Irish soldier lies
The youthful Martin Hurson who for Ireland gave his life
To uphold his country’s dignity he followed Bobby Sands
On hunger strike for human rights 'til death he took his stand

[Verse 2]
Through dreary days in that H-Block cage, my thoughts return to you
Though beaten low by a savage foe, your memories saw me through
In tortured nights your prayers brought light, and soothed my fears and pain
And though I’m gone you must fight on, ’til Ireland is free again

[Verse 3]
Now gaunt and pale, my H-Block cell, my heart still burns the flame
In fondest dreams I drilled it seems among your hills again
A guiding light to lead the fight to free my green Tyrone
The voicе of truth for Irish youth to crush the British throne

[Verse 4]
Farewеll my native green Tyrone and you, sweet Bernadette
My parents and companions brave, I’m watching over you yet
Of Cappagh’s braes, my childhood days, my memories I recall
And so adieu to the land I love true, a chairde slán go fóil

And so adieu to the land I love true, a chairde slán go fóil