Martin O'Halloran was once a young, free man,
His whole life was in front of him or so he had planned,
Twenty six and full of dreams, I can only wonder why?
He was locked away for life when other people lie,
He was locked away for life when other people lie.

Was it just convenient for the powers that be?
Did they use his innocence they knew he was naïve?
How could one man stand against the powers of the Crown,
He's just another Paddy and he's going down,
He's just another Paddy and he's going down.

His dreams have turned to nightmares, we've been down this road before,
Six other men in Birmingham and the Guilford Four,
The whole world knows he's innocent of this vicious crime,
But a quarter of a centaury and he's still doing time,
A quarter of a centaury and he's still doing time.

May you find your strength in knowing friends and strangers too,
Are trying hard to clear your name, corruption to be proved,
Till that day be strong an soon you'll walk among the free,
Were you belong, far from the hell you never should have seen,
Were you belong, far from the hell you never should have seen.

So Martin may you dream tonight and that they all come true,
Of Margaret and a loving home that's been in wait for you,
While God looks upon you and liberties declared,
Then once again you'll breath the air on the Curragh of Kildare,
Then once again you'll breath the air on the Curragh of Kildare.

And the powers that be we'll make them think again,
And no more the Irish scapegoats we will be,
And the powers that be we'll make them think again,
And no more the Irish scapegoats we will be.