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 There were six men in Birmingham

 In Guildford there's four

That were picked up and tortured

 And framed by the law

 And the filth got promotion

 But they're still doing time

 For being Irish in the wrong place

 And at the wrong time

 In Ireland they'll put you away in the Maze

In England they'll keep you for several long days

 God help you if ever you're caught on these shores

 The coppers need someone and they walk through that door

 You'll be counting years

 First five then ten

Growing old in a lonely hell

Round the yard and the stinking cell

 From wall to wall and back again

A curse on the judges, the coppers and screws

Who tortured the innocent wrongly accused

For the price of promotion

And justice to sell

May the judged be the judges

When they rot down in hell

You'll be counting years

First five then ten

Growing old in a lonely hell

Round the yard and the lousy cell

From wall to wall and back again

Break

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May the whores of the empire lie awake in their beds

And sweat as they count out their sins in their heads

While over in Ireland eight more men lie dead

Kicked down and shot in the back of the head

You'll be counting years

First five then ten

Growing old in a freezing hell

Round the yard and the lousy cell

From wall to wall and back again

Counting years

First five then ten

Growing old in a lonely hell

Round the yard and the lousy cell

From wall to wall and back again

Break

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