Sad are three homes in Belfast now
Old Ireland shares their sorrow
Braid Farrell, Sean Savage, and Daniel MacCann
They died on the streets of Gibraltar

They flew out of Belfast with an ambitious plan,
To continue the struggle, to free Ireland
Mairead Farrell, Sean Savage and Daniel McCann
And they died on the streets of Gibralter

The Brits hid and watched them, they followed each one
They knew they weren't armed, that none had a gun
We'll give them a warning and no chance to run
For the three must die here on Gibralter

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Sad are three homes in Belfast now
All Ireland shares their sorrow
They walked in sun as the Brits drew their guns
And their blood staines the streets of Gibralter

The SAS stood there, so proud of their deed
Three more freedom fighters lay dead in the street
Like those eight Loughall martyrs, an ambush they did meet
Our gallant three far away in Gibralter

Mairead while in prison we watched you with pride
True to all you beleived in and for this you've died
With two fine volunteers Dan and Sean by your side
Oh now part of the sky o'er Gibralter

It happens each time that a volunteer dies
They screen out the truth with a cover of lies
But we know what happened on that warm peaceful night
The Brits planned there deaths on Gibralter.