Oh, me name is Joe MacDonald From Belfast town I cameThat city I will never see again For it's in the town of BelfastI spent many happy days Oh, I love the town in oh, so many waysAnd it's there I spent my childhood And found for me a wifeI then set down to make for her a lifeBut all my young ambitions Met with bitterness and hateI soon found myself inside a prison gateAnd you dare to call me a terrorist Why do you lock down your gunWhen I think of all the deeds that you have doneYou have plundered many nations Divided many landsYou have terrorised their peoples You rule with an iron handAnd you brought this reign of terror to my landThrough those many months internment In the magestone and the mazeI thought about my land throughout those daysWhy my country was divided Why I was now in jailImprisoned without crime or without trialAnd although I love my country I am not a bitter manI've seen cruelty and injustice at first handSo then one fateful morning I shook bold freedom's handFor right or wrong I tried to free my landAnd you dare to call me a terrorist Why do you lock down your gunWhen I think of all the deeds that you have doneYou have plundered many nations Divided many landsYou have terrorised their peoples You rule with an iron handAnd you brought this reign of terror to my landOne cold October's morning Trapped in a lion's denI found myself imprisoned once againI was committed to the H-blocks For fourteen years or moreOn the blanket the conditions they were poorThen a hunger strike we did commence For the dignity of manBut it seems to me that no one gave a damnAnd now I am a saddened man I've watched my comrades dieIf only people cared or wondered whyAnd you dare to call me a terrorist Why do you lock down your gunWhen I think of all the deeds that you have doneYou have plundered many nations Divided many landsYou have terrorised their peoples You rule with an iron handAnd you brought this reign of terror to my landMay God shine on you, Bobby Sands For the courage you have shownMay your glory and your fame be widely knownAnd Francis Hughes and Ray McCreach Who died unselfishlyAnd Patsy O'Hara and next in line it's meAnd those who lie behind me May your courage be the sameAnd I pray to God my life is not in vainOh, sad and bitter was the year of 1981When everything was lost and nothing won