I`ve sung so many songs of fallen heroes

I really thought I had said it all

But if a song can fill our hearts and rise our spirits

We will sing about our martyrs of Loughgall

Well the Irish nation bowed its head in sorrow

such sadness this country has seldom known

For Monaghan has lost a gallant soldier

with seven more from green Tyrone

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Oh England do you really think its over,

If you do you're going to have to kill us all

For until you take your murderers out of Ireland

We will make you rue the blood spilled at Loughgall.

It was on a warm and misty Friday evening

the scent of apple blossom filled the air

That village street seemed quiet and deserted

but hidden eyes were watching every where

Oh the digger bomb had only reached its target

the trap was sprung and gunfirte filled the air

The SAS did not want any prisoners

>shoot to kill< their orders were quite clear.

Well they butchered eight brave volunteers that evening,

they were kicked and punched in case they were not dead

They dragged them up and down that Armagh village

and filled their bodies full of British lead

Did you think it would teach us all a lesson

at such savagery the whole world was appalled

Oh don´t you know that there are twenty more men waiting

for every one you butchered at Loughgall.

Farewell to Paddy Kelly and Jim Lynagh

no more you will lead your gallant unit forth

Side by side with Padraig Mc Kearny and Tony Gormley

you died to drive the British from the north

Declan Arthurs and youtjful Seamus Donnelly

on that night you were the youngest of the all

Gerry O´Callaghan and the gallant Eugene Kelly,

oh your blood still stains the pavement at Loughgall.