I'm ninety miles from Dublin town, in my H-Block cell,
To help you understand my plight my story I will tell,
I'm on the Blanket Protest, my efforts must not fail,
I'm joined by men and women in the Kesh and Armagh Gaol.

It all began one morning I was dragged to Castlereagh,
And though it was three years ago it seemed like yesterday,
For three days kicked and beaten, I then was forced to sign,
Confessions that convicted me of deed, they were not mine.

Sentenced in a Diplock court, my protest it began,
I could not wear their prison gear, I was a Blanket Man,
I'll not accept their status, I'll not be criminalised,
That's the issue in the Blocks for which we give our lives.

And over there in London town, how they'd laugh and sneer,
If they could only make us wear their loathsome prison gear,
Prisoners of War is what we are and that we must remain,
The Blanket Protest cannot end till status we regain.

I've been beaten round the romper room because I won't say, "Sir",
And frogmarched down the landing and dragged up by the hair,
I suffered degradation, humility and pain,
Still the spirit does not falter, British torture is in vain.

I've been held in scalding water while me back with deck scrubs was torn,
I've been scratched and cut from head to foot and thrown out on the floor,
I suffered mirror searches, been probed by drunken bears,
Heard my comrades cry and scream, then mutter useless prayers.

Now with the news that's coming in, our protest must not fail,
For now we're joined by thirty girls in Armagh Women's Gaol,
So pay attention Irish men and Irish women too,
And show the Free State rulers that their silence will not do.

Its ninety miles to Dublin town it seems so far away,
There's more attention to our plight in the USA,
Now you've heard the story of this filthy living hell,
Remember ninety miles away I'm in my H-Block cell,
Remember ninety miles away I'm in my H-Block cell.