Long Kesh There's[G] a place just[C] outside[G] Lisburn It's a place that's[D] known to[G] few Where a[C] group of[D] Irish re[G]bels Are[C] held by[D] Faulkner's[G] crew They are forced to[D] live in[G] cages Like the inmates[D] of Belle[G]vue But the sperit of[D] 19[G]16 Will always[D] see them[G] through The men in this vile place They come from far and near Some from the Derry Bogside And Omagh town so near And some of them from Belfast From the markets and the Falls From the narrow streets of Ardoyne And all around Tyrone On that black day in August When Faulkner showed his hand He thought that by internment He could break our gallant band But the boys from Ballymurphy How they showed the way that night How they thaught those English soldiers How Irish men could fight