Death of a Revolutionary: Hugh Ferguson 
While toiling hard for his daily bread Hugh Ferguson was shot down dead T'was easy for his killers, this deed; Only the peoples' friends did they ever bleed 
He fought for the people to get them free From landlord and bosses and. their tyranny A man with a dream of a socialist land ~There the working people, with dignity would stand. 
To pick up the gun was the only way Talk would never the oppressor lay He soldiered for this, the most noble cause To defend the poor from imperialist laws 
But reformist anger it was inflamed And this brave young man with other was named They tracked him down and killed him there The foe's work they did with never a care 
We buried you, comrade, with hearts so sad under a Starred flag of blue; And, midst many a tear, we made a vow That we would follow you  

Irish Song Lyrics 
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