Rebel Songbook A-Bog
Armagh Women,The
A Breath of Peace
A Nation Once Again
A Prisoner's Christmas
A Rebel Song
A Song of the Loyal Irish
Admiral William Brown
After Aughrim's Great Disaster
Aiden McAnespie
All The Little Children
Anthony Gough
Arbour Hill
Armagh Sniper,The
Armagh Women,The
Armoured Car,The
Ashtown Road
Auf Wiedersehen,Crossmaglen
Auld Triangle,The
Bachelor's Walk
Back Home In Derry
Ballad Of Claudy
Banna Strand
Bard Of Armagh,The
Barry's Column
Barrymore Tithe Victory,The
Battle Eve Of The Brigade
Battle Of Granard,The
Battle Of Stormont,The
Belfast Brigade
Big Fellah,The
Big John Davey
Billy Reid
Birmingham Six
Black And Tan Gun,The
Black Watch,The
Blarismoor Tragedy,The
Blood All On The Grass
Blood-Stained Bandage
Bobby Sands
Bobby Sands From Belfast
Bobby Sands MP
Bobby Sands, Ballad Of
Bodenstown Churchyard
Bogside Volunteers

The Armagh Women
Margaret d'Arcy

In Black Armagh of the Goddess Macha 
Last February in the grey cold jail 
The Governor Scott in his savage fury 
Came down to break the women's will 
Forty jailers my forty jailers 
From the hell of Long Kesh came down 
And help him break these warrior women. 

The forty jailers put on their armour 
Strapped on their helmets took up their shields 
Then they beat the Armagh women they beat them down 
They were sure they'd yield 
Three days he kept them locked up in darkness 
Locked up in filth you would not believe 
When he released them he was so conceited 
That one and all he thought they would yield. 

If you have suffered he smilingly said 
It never happened it was all just a dream 
Come out come out and obey my orders 
But the Armagh women they would never yield 
They'd never yield to Scott the governor 
They'd never yield till they broke him down 
He and his jailers were all locked in prison 
By the women of Armagh jail. 

And there they remain those warrior women 
Locked up in filth you would not believe 
They hold Scott and his warders powerless 
They hold them there, they'll never concede
Women of Ireland stand up and declare 
Women of Ireland understand your power 
Make us see that together we'll do it 
We'll tumble down their stone grey tower. 

In Black Armagh of the Goddess Mache 
Last February in a cold grey cell....