[Chorus]
Read the Roll of Honour for Ireland's bravest men,
We must be united in memory of the ten,
England you're a bastard, bastard, bastard, don't think that you have won,
We will never be defeated, while Ireland has such sons.

[Verse]
In those dreary H-Block cages, ten brave young Irishmen lay,
Hungering for justice, while their young lives etched away,
For their rights as Irish soldiers, and to free their native land,
They stood beside their leader, the gallant Bobby Sands.

[Chorus]
So read the Roll of Honour for Ireland's bravest men,
We must be united in memory of the ten,
England you're a bastard, bastard, bastard, don't think that you have won,
We will never be defeated, while Ireland has such sons.

[Verse]
Now they mourn Hughes in Bellaghy, Ray McCreesh in Armagh hills,
In those narrow streets of Derry they miss O'Hara still,
They so proudly gave their young lives for to break Britannia's hold,
Their names will be remembered as history unfolds.

[Chorus]
So read the Roll of Honour for Ireland's bravest men,
We must be united in memory of the ten,
England you're a bastard, bastard, bastard, don't think that you have won,
We will never be defeated, while Ireland has such sons.

[Verse]
Through the war torn streets of Ulster, the black flags did sadly wave,
To salute ten Irish martyrs, the bravest of the brave,
Joe McDonnell, Martin Hurson, Kevin Lynch, Kieran Doherty,
They gave their lives for freedom with Thomas McElwee.

[Chorus]
So read the Roll of Honour for Ireland's bravest men,
We must be united in memory of the ten,
England you're a bastard, bastard, bastard, don't think that you have won,
We will never be defeated, while Ireland has such sons.

[Verse]
Michael Devine from Derry, you were the last to die,
With your nine brave companions, a martyr dead you lie,
Your souls cry out, "Remember, our deaths were not in vain,
So fight on and make our homeland a nation once again."

[Chorus]
So read the Roll of Honour for Ireland's bravest men,
We must be united in memory of the ten,
England you're a bastard, bastard, bastard, don't think that you have won,
We will never be defeated, while Ireland has such sons.
No we'll never be defeated, while Ireland has such sons.