Rebel Songbook LM
Murray And McDonald
Last House In Our Street
Last Night I Had A Happy Dream
Legion Of The Rearguard
Let Erin Remember
Let The People Sing
Lid Of My Granny's Bin
Limb Of The Law,The
Little Drummer Boy
London's Derry
Lonely Woods Of Upton
Long Held In Chains
Long Kesh
Long March To Derry,The
Loughall Ambush,The
Lough Sheelin Eviction
Mairéad Farrell
Man From God-Knows-Where,The
Man From Mullingar
Man From The Daily Mail,The
Martin Hurson
Masters Of War
McElwee's Farewell
McVerry's Men
Meet Me At The Pillar
Memory Of The Dead,The
Men Behind The Wire
Men Of Easter Week
Men Of '81
Men Of The West
Merry Ploughboy
Michael Divine
Michael Collins
Michael Dwyer
Minstrel Boy,The
Mountains Of Pomeroy,The
Murray And McDonald
My Father Once Said To Me
My Heart Is In Ireland
My Last Farewell
My Little Armalite
My Old Man
My Youngest Son Came Home Today

Kevin Murray And Paddy McDonald



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.