Ashtown Road

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'Twas a cold December day

A lorry ploughed its way

'Midst bullets splash and play

On Ashtown Road.

In that car a living tool

Of England's hated rule

There was begun a duel

On Ashtown Road.

Young Savage, unafraid,

With gun and hand grenade

Attacked them undismayed,

On Ashtown Road..

But a bullet laid him low

From a rifle of the foe,

That' s another debt we owe

For Ashtown Road.

But another day shall dawn

Like that cold December morn

When a martyr's name was born

On Ashtown Road.

We laid him in a grave

Where the willows sadly wave,

Oh! son of Erin brave,

Farewell to thee.