As I walked through the Glenshane Pass, I heard a young girl mourn
"The boy from Tamlaghduff" she cried, "Is two years dead and gone,
How my heart is torn apart for this young man to lose,
Oh, I'll never see the likes again of my young Francis Hughes!"

"For many years his exploits were a thorn in England's side,
The hills and glens became his home it's there he used to hide,
Once when surrounded he'd quietly slip away,
And like a fox hе went to ground and kept the dogs at bay."

"Moving round the countryside, he often made the news,
But they could never lay their hands on my brave Francis Hughes,
Finally they wounded him and captured him at last,
From the countryside he loved, they took him to Belfast."

"From Musgrave Park to Crumlin Road and then to a H-Block cell,
He went straight on the blanket then on hunger strike as well,
His will to win they could never break, no matter what they tried,
He fought them every day he lived and he fought them as he died."

As I walked through the Glenshane Pass, I heard a young woman mourn
"The boy from Tamlaghduff" she cried "Is two years dead and gone,
How my heart is torn apart for this young man to lose,
Oh, I'll never see the likes again of my young Francis Hughes!"
"Oh, I'll never see the likes again of my young Francis Hughes!".