Those [G] friends around Dungiven town,
They [C] miss you Kevin [G] still,
Your [Dm] memory lingers [G] in their hearts,
You [C] know it always [G] will,
Your [Dm] sacrifice fans [G] up the flames,
That [C] never will be [G] drowned,
So in our hearts we'll struggle on,
For the [C] harp without a [G] crown
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Let [Dm] touts and traitors [G] do their worst,
Our [C] flag we'll still hold [G] tight,
We have brave men yet like Kevin Lynch,
Who'll [C] not stand idly [G] by.
In childhood years you saw the rise,
Of your people from their knees,
Demanding only civil rights,
They were beaten savagely,
On that dark Derry Sunday,
Fourteen brave men shot down,
Through Ireland's woe your love did grow
