Call me what you will, and tell me what they say
For tomorrow brings a new wind and the rain has gone away
For within these walls I see the sun as it shines o'er the hill
Down into the valley and amongst the daffodils
But when this war is over and I see your face again
Then I'll tell you of the warriors who put death before revenge
Now here we starve in prison to support our fellow men
We've only a woolen blanket and a crucifix in our hands
Get the spruce grass and give them hell, but their spirits they cannot break
Hold your chins up lads, keep marching on, we don't think she'll leave it too late
But when this war is over and I see your face again
Then I'll tell you of the warriors who put death before revenge
Bobby was the first to go, with Francis close behind
People streamed on to the streets, to have faith was not a crime
And faith is what those men had when they chose to join our fight
Their actions were political, kept those British, see we're right
But when this war is over and I see your face again
Then I'll tell you of the warriors who put death before revenge
. . .
The days rolled by and two more died, O'Hara and McCree
Yet Thatcher chose to bite her lip, the toll was not to taste
Still the barricades went up by day and the bullets hung by night
How much longer will they keep this path, earth still now and in sight
But when this war is over and I see your face again
Then I'll tell you of the warriors who put death before revenge
It's a dreadful thing that those men joined our ranks of martyred braves
That's ten too many coffin nails pegged probably to the graves
But if they only realise then Thatcher marked us twelve
They are ten more determined reasons for to break out of this hell
But when this war is over and I see your face again
Then I'll tell you of the warriors who put death before revenge
But when this war is over and I see your face again
Then I'll tell you of the warriors who put death before revenge
Who, who, who should I leave crying here?