I'll sing a song of an Irishman they hunted high & low,
Through Crossmaglen with a thousand men but he vanished like the snow,
Eamon Wright they called him, 'cause aiming was his game,
No matter where the British went he got them just the same.
Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, or more,
The one-shot sniper added up the score.
He never missed his target in day or dead of night,
The IRA made them pay with the famous Eamon Wright.
He brought his gun to Andytown and Ballymurphy too,
To Ardoyne and the New Lodge to fight for me and you,
The Army say they saw him on a roof in Creggan heights,
His rifle barked he found his mark and vanished out of sight.
The British said he worked alone a terrorist by trade,
A solitary gunman from the South Armagh Brigade,
But it soon became apparent when they tried to hold our land,
Theres more than a thousand Eamon Wrights in the IRA command.