MR.  X      © 1972

by

PÁDRAIG (DRUMMER) ROBINSON

and

SEAMUS  ROBINSON

 

( At inquests or enquiries into the deaths

of Irish people caused by the British Army,

British soldiers would be referred to by                    

letters such as Mr.A, Mr.B, and so forth. )

 

(1)

Who are you, Mr.X – why hide your father’s name ?

Sham judges and dark glasses can’t hide your awful shame .

You’ve killed a little child and now he’s laid to rest –

Well does that hero’s medal hang heavy on your chest .

 

( chorus )

      Well damn you British soldier – what’s your bloody name ?

      Murder is your business and torture is your game .

      Your country gives you medals and says that you are brave –

      But over here in Ireland we curse you from the grave .

 

(2)

Who are you Mr.X – there is no cause for fear ,

Back home you’ll be a hero – they’ll greet you with a cheer .

Just tell how you defeated the enemy alone –

And never mind the youngster who dared to throw a stone .

 

(3)

Who are you Mr.X – what kind of man are ye ?

You look along your gunsights yet truth refuse to see .

The Irish thirst for Justice – to fight us you’re a fool –

We’ll beat your British Army and end your bloody rule .

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