On the Blanket
On the Blanket
Mick Hanley, Christy Moore |
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The truth comes hard as the cold rain On your face in the heat of the storm And the stories I'm hearing would shock you To believe that such deeds can go on You can starve men and take all their clothing You can beat them up till they fall You can break up the bodies but never the spirit Of those on the blanket The truth must be told so I'll tell it It all began five years ago Ciaran Nugent refused to be branded A criminal and to wear prison clothes They threw him out naked to H-Block And spat out filthy abuse And they left him awake till the cold light of day With only a blanket England, your sins are not over The H-Block still stands in your name And though many voices have cried out to you It's still your shame If we stay silent we're guilty While these men lie naked and cold In H-Block tonight remember the fight Of those on the blanket This page has been viewed 5650 times © Mick Hanley � Christy Moore |
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