| D | |
| There were | six men in Birmingham |
| G | D | |
| In | Guildford there's | four |
| D | |
| That were picked up and tortured |
| G | A | |
| And | framed by the | law |
| D | |
| And the | filth got promotion |
| G | |
| But they're still doing | time |
| D | |
| For being | Irish in the wrong place |
| G | A | |
| And | at the wrong | time |
| D | G | D | |
| In | Ireland they'll put you a | way in the | Maze |
| D | G | A | |
| In England they'll keep you for | several long | days |
| D | G | |
| God | help you if ever you're caught on these | shores |
| D | G | A | |
| The | coppers need someone and they | walk through that | door |
| D | |
| You'll be | counting years |
| G | |
| First | five then ten |
| A7 | D | |
| Growing old in a | lonely hell |
| D | G | |
| Round the yard and the | stinking cell |
| A | D | |
| From | wall to wall and | back again |
| A curse on the judges, the coppers and screws |
| Who tortured the innocent wrongly accused |
| For the price of promotion |
| And justice to sell |
| May the judged be the judges |
| When they rot down in hell |
| You'll be counting years |
| First five then ten |
| Growing old in a lonely hell |
| Round the yard and the lousy cell |
| From wall to wall and back again |
| C,D | C,D | C,D | C,A | |
| Break: |
| May the whores of the empire lie awake in their beds |
| And sweat as they count out their sins in their heads |
| While over in Ireland eight more men lie dead |
| Kicked down and shot in the back of the head |
| You'll be counting years |
| First five then ten |
| Growing old in a freezing hell |
| Round the yard and the lousy cell |
| From wall to wall and back again |
| Counting years |
| First five then ten |
| Growing old in a lonely hell |
| Round the yard and the lousy cell |
| From wall to wall and back again |
| C,D | C,D | C,D | C,D | C,D | C,D | C,D | C,A | |
| Break: |