[Intro]
Winds of freedom, winds of freedom, winds of freedom in my face.
[Chorus]
I'm an unrepentant Fenian, Tom Clarke is my name,
I've never bent the knee to England, though I bore their felon's chains,
And buried in their prision hell for nearly 16 years,
Old Tom rose up at Easter to inspire the Volunteers.
[Verse]
I grew up in Dungannon, the stonghold of O'Neill,
And gazing down from castle hill watched the foreign soldiers drill,
Though standing in a conquered land, but not a conquered race,
I vowed someday that I would feel the winds of freedom in my face,
Winds of freedom, winds of freedom, winds of freedom in my face.
So many comrades, broken men, in body and in mind,
Driven to insanity then beaten for this crime,
For this was British policy to break our Fenian will,
But small victories kept the flame alive and I emerged a rebel still.
[Chorus]
I'm an unrepentant Fenian, Tom Clarke is my name,
I've never bent the knee to England, though I bore their felon's chains,
And buried in their prision hell for nearly 16 years,
Old Tom rose up at Easter to inspire the Volunteers.
[Verse]
And side by side, through Easter week, Ireland's daughter and her sons,
Proclaimed for all ther world to see, the republic would live on,
And amongst the nations of the world we would surely take our place,
And then at last I'd feel the winds of freedom in my face,
Winds of freedom, winds of freedom, winds of freedom in my face.
Now I'm standing in the stone yard looking down their British guns,
The firing squad is anxious now to get their duty done,
Bloody Maxwell thinks he's found a way to subdue our native race,
He's unaware that now I feel the winds of freedom in my face,
Winds of freedom, winds of freedom, winds of freedom in my face,
[Chorus]
I'm an unrepentant Fenian, Tom Clarke is my name,
I've never bent the knee to England, though I bore their felon's chains,
And buried in their prison hell for nearly 16 years,
Old Tom rose up at Easter to inspire the Volunteers,
Old Tom rose up at Easter to inspire the Volunteers.