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<div><strong>Ninety Miles&nbsp;From Dublin Lyrics And Chords&nbsp;Christy Moore</strong>This song was written by Christy about the H-Blocks</div>
<div><font size="2">after visiting Brendan Mc Farlane before the hunger strikes</font></div>
<div><font size="2">Brendan asked Christy to write a song and this is it.</font></div>

I'm[C] ninety[G] miles from[F] Dublin[C] town,I'm in an[F] H-Block[C] cell

To[C] help you under[F]stand my[C] plight,this story I will [F]tell

I'm[C] on the blanket[F] pro[C]test my[C] efforts must not[F] fail

For I'm[C] joined by[G] men and[F] women,[C]in thr Kesh and[F] Armagh[C] jail


It all began one morning I was draged to Castleragh

And though it was three years ago it seems like yesterday

For three days kicked and beaten,I then was forced to sign

Confessions that convicted me,of deeds that were not mine


Sentenced in a diplock court my protest it began

I could not wear the prison gear,I was a blanket man

I'll not accept their status,I'll not be criminilised

Thats the issue in the blocks,for which we give our lives


Over there in London town,oh how they laugh and sneer

If they could only wear their loathsome prison gear

Prisoners of war thats what we are and that we must remain

The blanket protest cannot end,till status we regain


I've been beaten round the romper room because I wont say sir

I've been frog marched down the landing and dragged back by the hair

I've suffered degradation humility and pain

Still the spirit does not falter,British torture is in vain


I've been held in scalding water while my back with deck scrubs was torn

I've been scratched and cut from head to foot then thrown out on the floor

I've suffered mirror searches been probed by drunken bears

I've heard my comrades cry and scream then utter *******prayers


Now with the news that's coming in our protest must not fail

For now we're joined by thirty girls in Armagh;s women's jail

So pay attention Irish men and Irish women too

And show the free state rulers that their silence will not do


Though I'm ninety miles from Dublin town,it seems so far away

There's more attention to our plight in the U.S.A

Now you've heard the story of this filty living hell

Remember ninety miles away I'm in an H-Block cell


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