The Drumnakilly Ambush

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Once again black  flags are hoisted in the county of Tyrone

Three more good men lie butchered by the forces of the crown

We shed tears of grief and anger as the news spreads quickly round

How the SAS had waited and without warning gunned them down.

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Now the green flag is wrapped around them

Gloves and berets on their chests

We salute three gallant soldiers

As we lay them down to rest.

On the road past Drumnakilly sorrow shrouds thae roadway still

There the Sas men lay in ambush to do Maggie Thatchers will

Like Loughall and like Gibralter British justice has no frills

They came to Tyrone for vengeance and their orders were to kill.

Gerry and Martin Harte we`ve lost you we remember you with pride

You both had so much to live for now your dreams have been denied

Brian Mullin we shall miss you with your friendly smiling face

Though you died with your fond comrades in our hearts you hold the place.

Three brave volunteers are gone what is there left to say

It was Ireland`s love that called them when they joined the IRA

So let thatcher send her murderers to the hills of gree Tyrone

It is she who will be mourning when we send her soldiers home.