Never forget the fourteen, who stood in hunger,

Gunned down that morose morning, the martyrs!

No one had told those English bastards not to fire,

Or that they should be resting on Sunday.

Still, without exception, the blood did spray

From the veins of men, from child and old of age.

The dead strewn in the streets of Derry,

Do not forget the name James Joseph Wray,

Nor that of one Patrick Joseph Doherty.

Their graves gathering in ravished Ireland,

At the hands of the serpent known as England.

Do not forget the flag of Bernard McGuigan.

Nor Jackie Duddy, nor Kevin McElhinney.

Do not forget James and William McKinney,

Let not these names fade through our memory.

And do not forget the old John Johnston,

Nor the name of young John Pious Young.

All lost to the flare and flash of a gun.

Also one William Noel Nash perished,

As did the life of Michael McDaid,

Shot before, that January, the barricade.

Do not forget Michael G. Kelly,

He was wounded in the belly mortally.

Ireland lost a saint in himthat day, truly.

Nor forget the child Gerald Donaghy,

As he fled the barricade for a safety

He would never be destined to see.

Finally, forget not Hugh Pious Gilmour.

Nay, forget none of these sweet martyrs,

Who died because they dared hunger.