Kevin Murray And Paddy McDonald

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It was on a Friday]night in March before Saint Patrick's Day

Two volunteers they left their homes and started on their way,

To do an active service for the brigade of East Tyrone,

But they didnt know what lay in store, that they'd never go home.

Well the night was dark and windy the rain came lashing down,

They left upon the Rossa in old Dungannon town,

They moved along out to the bridge thats where their target lay,

But a fatal blast lit up the sky, two more had passed away.

Oh now Irishmen remember them and raise your heads with pride,

For Irelands cause they struggled, for you they fought and died,

When the martyrs book is written two names will be in bold,

Of Kevin Murray and Paddy McDonald, their legend will be told.

Well now Paddy did not have the time to bid his parents adieu,

His ever loving sweetheart, twin brother and sister too,

They laid hom down in Churchyard ground within his family plot,

No that little spot at (?) will never be forgot.

Young Kevin left his darling wife and five little children dear,

He didn't know it was goodbye, he left them with no fear,

And now he lies with Dungannon's dead within the Republican plot,

No that little spot at (?) will never be forgot.

Now Irishmen remember them and raise your heads with pride,

For Ireland's cause they struggled and for you they fought and died.

But remember those who are left at home to mourn their own grievious loss,

Of Tyrones two fine young volunteers who paid the final cost.