Bakhmut Town; a tribute to Finbar, Cooper, and Dmitry

In Bakhmut Town
To the tune of Roddy McCorley

Oh come you who love freedom and a tale I’ll have you hear
Of comrades who came to Ukraine, as foreign volunteers
From Russia and America, Ireland and all around-
And side by side, they fought and died, on the streets of Bakhmut town

I’ll sing of Finbar Cafferkey, from the island of Achill
Who’d worked to save his native land from a pipeline built by Shell
Who’d worked to rescue refugees who elsewise might be drowned
And who fought out in Rojava but who fell in Bakhmut town

There was Cooper Andrews, who had come from Cleveland’s rusty shores
Who’d gone out west to fight the fires , after fighting in the wars
He worked build the people up and tear the powers down,
And gave his life as freedom’s price that night in Bakhmut town

Dmitry was scholar, soldier, anarchist, and friend
Born in the belly of the beast, he went where struggle went
From Bolotnaya to Belarus, he faced the tyrants down
And died a Russian rebel on the streets of Bakhmut town

When they last stepped up the street, a rifle in each hand
beside them marched in grim array a stalwart, earnest band
They held the line, to leave none behind, as shells fell all around
And side by side they fought and died that night in Bakhmut town

Oh how the thunder of their guns shook the foeman’s heart
Through furious fire and heavy odds, they played the hero’s part
And many from Wagner bit the dust, and fed the hungry ground
But before night passed, they’d breathed their last, and fell in Bakhmut town

They fought not for a nation, and they fought not for a state
It was for people’s freedom that our friends went to their fate
And for the day, long on the way, that all empires come down
Those heroes came in freedom’s name and fell in Bakhmut town

Cooper Andrews Memorial Fund:
www.gofundme.com/f/317qi30ti0