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Dungannon '57
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Dungannon '57

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Some men went to Dungannon town the barracks for to case,

And noticed how the queen's army gave classes at this place.

With your IRA ricochet play it on your lambeg drum.

 

The RUC they knew that we had planned to have some sport,

For they'd read of peace wit hour police in a Free State news report.

With your IRA ricochet play it on your lambeg drum.

 

The RUC had read the news and they said well now that's that,

When suddenly to their surprise their came a rat-tat-tat.

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"Now what's going on out there" they said, "now come on stop this lark,"

"All you Protestants or Fenian men out there in the dark,"

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The RUC man went out side and came right in again,

When he found that he was looking down the barrel of a sten,

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They blew the barracks up that night and the RUC aswell,

And if the British soldiers came they said they'd blow them all to hell,

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Now there's ten loyal police men and they're signing on the dole,

They'd loe to get that Free State press and ram it up their hole,

With your IRA ricochet play it on your lambeg drum.