Words of this song I wrote one day sadly,
It was May '81, bird sang from the trees,
And I knew it was free by the sweetness of it's tune,
As I stood at Raymond's funeral, that rainy afternoon.

Raymond McCreesh, that brave Irish boy,
And once again Britain stole a mother's joy,
Will their cruelty ever stop or will they ever see,
That men like young Raymond were born to be free?

Raymond was captured in an ambush one day,
As he fought for his country with the bold IRA,
Arrested and beaten, spent long years in jail,
Then on hunger strike suffered for sixty one days.

His friends inside prison sadly knew what he meant,
When before Raymond died this last note he sent,
"My dear friends I think, I'll be home before you,
For the rights of my country this thing I must do."

His home town of Camlough is proud of his name,
And Armagh it will not let his death be in vain,
So young men of Ireland, do what you can,
Let Raymond inspire you to fight for your land.

Raymond McCreesh, that brave Irish boy,
And once again Britain stole a mother's joy
Will their cruelty ever stop or will they ever see,
That men like young Raymond were born to be free?.