Martin Doherty Irish lyrics and chords
Written By Seoirse MacDomhnalll, 1994. To the tune of Brennan On The Moor
Martin "Doco" Doherty was born in Finglas, Co. Dublin in 1958. He joined the Dublin Brigade of the Provisional IRA at the time of the Hunger Strikes. He served a term in Portlaoise for IRA actions, and then was arrested in England while on active service, but had the good luck to be released due to lack of evidence. On 21 May 1994 he was acting as a doorman/guard at a Republican POW Benefit concert by the Irish Brigade band held at the Widow Scallan's pub in Pearse Street, Dublin. He identified and confronted a UVF death squad armed with a large bomb and guns, and in the ensuing struggle prevented them from bringing the bomb into the premises. The UVF shot and killed the unarmed Doherty as they fled the scene. His selfless actions prevented many deaths. "Greater love hath no man..."
Martin "Doco" Doherty was born in Finglas, Co. Dublin in 1958. He joined the Dublin Brigade of the Provisional IRA at the time of the Hunger Strikes. He served a term in Portlaoise for IRA actions, and then was arrested in England while on active service, but had the good luck to be released due to lack of evidence. On 21 May 1994 he was acting as a doorman/guard at a Republican POW Benefit concert by the Irish Brigade band held at the Widow Scallan's pub in Pearse Street, Dublin. He identified and confronted a UVF death squad armed with a large bomb and guns, and in the ensuing struggle prevented them from bringing the bomb into the premises. The UVF shot and killed the unarmed Doherty as they fled the scene. His selfless actions prevented many deaths. "Greater love hath no man..."
(Spoken) Stick town Dublin the Daneman built it
Stone town Dublin the Norman walled it
Bad town Dublin the English cursed it
Our town Dublin we Irish hold it...
Its[C] of a brave young Volunteer this[G7] story I'll re[C]late
Who[C] saved the lives of many but in[F] Dublin met his [C]fate
At the[Am] hands of brutal cowards who[F] came to maim and[C] kill
But [F]they met with Martin Do[C]herty and by God they're running [Em]still.
[C]For Doherty was [Em]there
Doherty was there
Young, [F]strong, coura[C]geous
Martin [G7]Doherty was[C] there.
Now Martin was a veteran of service long and hard
His post that night in Pearse Street Widow Scallan's pub to guard
He belonged to our old Dublin Brigade with it's valiant history
But none was ever braver than young "Doco" Doherty.
For Doherty was there
Doherty was there
Young, strong, courageous
Martin Doherty was there.
"Twas on that night in Pearse Street a concert it was held
To aid our Irish prisoners locked up in British cells
In the hall above the band did play and dancers fought the floor
While down below was Martin with his eye upon the door
For Doherty was there
Doherty was there
Young, strong, courageous
Martin Doherty was there.
Now Martin spied the UVF come skulking through the night
He quickly stepped out to the street and boldly he did fight
They'd a mighty bomb of Semtex and pistols in their hands
But they thought they'd met the Devil when Doherty made his stand.
For Doherty was there
Doherty was there
Young, strong, courageous
Martin Doherty was there.
Those cowards left their bomb unprimed, their only thought was flight
They learned that bad town Dublin was no place for them that night
They basely fled one Volunteer with no wepons in his hand
But with their guns they slaughtered Martin Doherty as they ran.
For Doherty was there
Doherty was there
Young, strong, courageous
Martin Doherty was there.
The useless cops, late on the scene, viewed Martin lying low
They sniggered and the chuckled "There's one less Provo now"
But the people from the hall above they spoke up loud and clear
"Ye Blueshirt hoors, we'd all be dead but for that Volunteer!'
For Doherty was there
Doherty was there
Young, strong, courageous
Martin Doherty was there.
His funeral, seen round the world, it showed Britannia clear
That though they try to kill us they instill in us no fear
For thousands lined the streets that day to bid a last farewell
To this young man from Dublin town who lived and died so well.
For Doherty was there
Doherty was there
Young, strong, courageous
Martin Doherty was there.
Stone town Dublin the Norman walled it
Bad town Dublin the English cursed it
Our town Dublin we Irish hold it...
Its[C] of a brave young Volunteer this[G7] story I'll re[C]late
Who[C] saved the lives of many but in[F] Dublin met his [C]fate
At the[Am] hands of brutal cowards who[F] came to maim and[C] kill
But [F]they met with Martin Do[C]herty and by God they're running [Em]still.
[C]For Doherty was [Em]there
Doherty was there
Young, [F]strong, coura[C]geous
Martin [G7]Doherty was[C] there.
Now Martin was a veteran of service long and hard
His post that night in Pearse Street Widow Scallan's pub to guard
He belonged to our old Dublin Brigade with it's valiant history
But none was ever braver than young "Doco" Doherty.
For Doherty was there
Doherty was there
Young, strong, courageous
Martin Doherty was there.
"Twas on that night in Pearse Street a concert it was held
To aid our Irish prisoners locked up in British cells
In the hall above the band did play and dancers fought the floor
While down below was Martin with his eye upon the door
For Doherty was there
Doherty was there
Young, strong, courageous
Martin Doherty was there.
Now Martin spied the UVF come skulking through the night
He quickly stepped out to the street and boldly he did fight
They'd a mighty bomb of Semtex and pistols in their hands
But they thought they'd met the Devil when Doherty made his stand.
For Doherty was there
Doherty was there
Young, strong, courageous
Martin Doherty was there.
Those cowards left their bomb unprimed, their only thought was flight
They learned that bad town Dublin was no place for them that night
They basely fled one Volunteer with no wepons in his hand
But with their guns they slaughtered Martin Doherty as they ran.
For Doherty was there
Doherty was there
Young, strong, courageous
Martin Doherty was there.
The useless cops, late on the scene, viewed Martin lying low
They sniggered and the chuckled "There's one less Provo now"
But the people from the hall above they spoke up loud and clear
"Ye Blueshirt hoors, we'd all be dead but for that Volunteer!'
For Doherty was there
Doherty was there
Young, strong, courageous
Martin Doherty was there.
His funeral, seen round the world, it showed Britannia clear
That though they try to kill us they instill in us no fear
For thousands lined the streets that day to bid a last farewell
To this young man from Dublin town who lived and died so well.
For Doherty was there
Doherty was there
Young, strong, courageous
Martin Doherty was there.
Martin Doherty song
