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 Chorus: 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 gunfire filled the air The SAS did not want any prisoners "Shoot to kill", their orders were quite clear Chorus:

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's a hundred more men waiting For every one you butchered at Loughgall Chorus: 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 youthful Seamus Donnelly on that night you were the youngest of them all And Gerry O'Callaghan and the gallant Eugene Kelly Oh your blood still stains the pavement at Loughgall Chorus:

Chorus: Oh England do you really think it's 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