I've sang so many songs of fallen heroes

I really thought that I had said it all

But if a song can fill our hearts and raise our spirits
Then we’ll sing about our martyrs at Loughgall

Oh the Irish nation bows it’s head in sorrow
Such sadness that this country has seldom known

For Monaghan had lost a gallant soldier
With 7 volunteers from green Tyrone

For Monaghan has lost a gallant soldier
And seven volunteers from green Tyrone

Oh England - do you really think it’s over?
If you do you’re going to have to kill us all

[QUOTE=“thedancingbaby, post: 1026338, member: 48”]For Monaghan had lost a gallant soldier
With 7 volunteers from green Tyrone[/QUOTE]
Sssssh, leave him off, he does this one lovely

Until you take your bastards out of Ireland,
We’ll make you rue the blood spilled at Loughgall

It was a warm and misty Friday evening
The scent of apple blossom filled the air

The village street seemed quiet and deserted
But hidden eyes were watching everywhere

Oh the digger-bomb had only reached it’s target
The trap was sprung and gunfire filled the air

The SAS did not want any prisoners
Shoot to kill, their orders were quite clear

Oh England do you really think it’s over?
If you do you’re going to have to kill us all

For until you take your bastards out of Ireland,
We’ll make you rue the blood spilled at Loughgall

That was some mugging the SAS inflicted. Surprised that the bar stool provo apologists are bringing up what was an utter humiliation/annihilation.

The provos rocked up, thought they could do their usual cowardly routine of hitting a soft target and running away. When they got more than they bargained for, combat and military engagement, they weren’t up to the job and were obliterated.

Well they butchered 8 brave volunteers that evening
They were kicked and punched in case they were not dead

They dragged them up and down that Armagh village
And filled their bodies full of british lead

Did you think it would teach us all a lesson
At such savagery the whole world was appalled

Oh don’t you know that there’s a hundred more men waiting
For every one you butchered at Loughgall

Oh england do you really think it’s over?
If you do, you’re going to have to kill us all