1. On the eighteenth day of August, In the good year '74. A blast occurred in Portlaoise town, That was heard through every door. And when the smoke and dust had cleared, There rose a merry cheer, For those within who helped to plan The jailbreak of the year. Refrain: There's 19 men a-missing, And they didn't use the door. Just blew a little hole, Where there wasn't one before. Now the army and the gardai Are searching high and low. For the men from Portlaoise prison, Who have vanished like the snow. |
2. The word to Dublin quickly spread And on the news 'twas said That special branch detectives Would soon capture those who fled. And then appeared upon this land Checkpoints with soldiers armed Who vowed to capture those Who caused the Minister such alarm. Refrain: 3. To Ireland's rebel country These brave men made quick escape To a quiet town called Gorey The boys sat down and dined in state. And now I hear there's plans afoot With mortar brick and stone To build a brand new prison And to call it Provo home. Refrain: x2 |
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