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There[D] were six men in Birmingham
In[G] Guildford there's[D] four
That were picked up and tortured
And[G]
framed by the[A] law
And the[D] filth got promotion
But they're still doing[G] time
For being[D] Irish in the wrong
place
And at[G] the wrong[A] 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[D] be counting years
First[G] five then ten
Growing[A] old in a[D] lonely hell
Round
the yard and the[G] stinking cell
From wall to[A] wall and[D] 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
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
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