Gerry O´Glacain (Irish Brigade)

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

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

Follow this link to get some background-information about the Loughgall ambush (highly recommended).


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