| Song | On The Bridge |
| Artist | Christy Moore |
| Album | The Unfinished Revolution |
| [00:00.00] | On The Bridge （桥上）-Christy Moore |
| [00:09.521] | There's thirty people on the bridge |
| [00:13.401] | And they're standing in the rain |
| [00:20.549] | They caught my eye as I passed them by |
| [00:24.679] | They tried to explain |
| [00:31.679] | Why they were standing there |
| [00:36.39] | I did not want to hear |
| [00:42.609] | When trouble gets too close to home |
| [00:46.919] | My anger turns to fear |
| [00:58.549] | With my eyes turned to the ground I moved along |
| [01:10.639] | I covered up my ears and I held my tongue |
| [01:20.338] | The rain poured down relentlessly upon the picket line |
| [01:31.468] | And the empty words fell from my lips |
| [01:35.998] | “Your troubles are not mine ” |
| [01:42.438] | Though the rain it made the colours |
| [01:46.368] | Run the message it was plain |
| [01:52.187] | Women are being strip searched in Armagh jail |
| [02:07.146] | We kneel in adoration before effigies of stone |
| [02:18.526] | Our eyes turned to heaven blind to what's going on |
| [02:29.626] | Six women hold a naked woman |
| [02:34.156] | Pinned down on the floor |
| [02:41.65] | Without trial or jury like a prisoner of war |
| [02:51.924] | Though the rain it made the colours run |
| [02:56.504] | The message it was plain |
| [03:02.53] | Women are being strip searched |
| [03:06.72] | In Armagh Jail |
| [03:11.932] | Though the rain it made the colours run |
| [03:16.512] | The message it was plain |
| [03:21.962] | Women are being strip searched |
| [03:25.372] | In Armagh and Brixton Jail |
| [00:00.00] | On The Bridge qiáo shàng Christy Moore |
| [00:09.521] | There' s thirty people on the bridge |
| [00:13.401] | And they' re standing in the rain |
| [00:20.549] | They caught my eye as I passed them by |
| [00:24.679] | They tried to explain |
| [00:31.679] | Why they were standing there |
| [00:36.39] | I did not want to hear |
| [00:42.609] | When trouble gets too close to home |
| [00:46.919] | My anger turns to fear |
| [00:58.549] | With my eyes turned to the ground I moved along |
| [01:10.639] | I covered up my ears and I held my tongue |
| [01:20.338] | The rain poured down relentlessly upon the picket line |
| [01:31.468] | And the empty words fell from my lips |
| [01:35.998] | " Your troubles are not mine " |
| [01:42.438] | Though the rain it made the colours |
| [01:46.368] | Run the message it was plain |
| [01:52.187] | Women are being strip searched in Armagh jail |
| [02:07.146] | We kneel in adoration before effigies of stone |
| [02:18.526] | Our eyes turned to heaven blind to what' s going on |
| [02:29.626] | Six women hold a naked woman |
| [02:34.156] | Pinned down on the floor |
| [02:41.65] | Without trial or jury like a prisoner of war |
| [02:51.924] | Though the rain it made the colours run |
| [02:56.504] | The message it was plain |
| [03:02.53] | Women are being strip searched |
| [03:06.72] | In Armagh Jail |
| [03:11.932] | Though the rain it made the colours run |
| [03:16.512] | The message it was plain |
| [03:21.962] | Women are being strip searched |
| [03:25.372] | In Armagh and Brixton Jail |