[Verse]
On Wednesday, tenth of April in the year of '91,
A volunteer in Downpatrick lay, his work was not yet done,
For while going to take up position and travelling unarmed,
He was gunned down by British death squads not far from the Model Farm.

No warning cry was given as flares light up the sky,
A shoot to kill was ordered, for they say, "That man must die",
Though lying badly injured they dragged him to a spot,
It was there they kicked and beat him, cause he would not give up.

[Chorus]
From boyhood's prime to manhood's bloom for Erin he worked and fought,
Until the day he met his doom, no rank or honour sought,
While grass grows green in Erin we'll think of Colum Marks,
We'll sing his praise o'er hill and vale, when grief and gloom are dark.

[Verse]
Bleeding and dying lay Ireland's great defender,
No earthly aid could save him for his wounds were old and new,
For he fought and died for Ireland and yes he left his mark,
And to join the Irish martyrs goes the soul of Colum Marks.

Arrested and beaten many times before,
His long campaign against British claim, it led him to the fore,
We'll keep the flag held flying till we're free from England's shame,
A soldier true, goodbye to you, until we meet again.

[Chorus]
From boyhood's prime to manhood's bloom for Erin he worked and fought,
Until the day he met his doom, no rank or honour sought,
While grass grows green in Erin we'll think of Colum Marks,
We'll sing his praise o'er hill and dale, when grief and gloom are dark.