Loughgall Ambush
I've sung so many songs of fallen heroes
I really thought that I had said it all
But if a song can fill our hearts and raise our spirits
Then I'll sing about our martyrs at Loughgall,
When the Irish nation bowed its head in sorrow
Such sadness as this country's seldom known
For Monaghan has lost a gallant soldier
With seven Volunteers 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
Then we will make them rue the blood spill 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 everywhere,
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
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
Then we will make them rue the blood spill at Loughgall
They butchered eight brave volunteers that evening
They were kicked and punched in case they were not dead
They dragged their bodies up and down that village
And filled their bodies full of British lead
Did you think that it would teach us all a lesson
As such savagery the whole world was appalled
Don't you know that there's twenty more men waiting
For everyone you butchered at Loughgall
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
Then we will make them rue the blood spill at Loughgall
Farewell Paddy Kelly and Jim Lynagh
No more you'll lead your fighting unit forth
Side by side with Pádraig McKearney and Tony Gormaley
You died to drive the British from the north
Declan Arthurs and the youthful Seamus Donnelly
On that night you were the youngest of them all
With Gerry O'Callaghan and the gallant Eugene Kelly
Oh your blood still stains the pavements at Loughgall
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
Then we will make them rue the blood spill at Loughgall
Loughgall Emboscada
He cantado muchas canciones de los héroes caídos
Realmente pensé que me había dicho todo
Pero si una canción puede llenar nuestros corazones y levantar el ánimo
Entonces voy a cantar acerca de nuestros mártires en Loughgall,
Cuando la nación irlandesa inclinó la cabeza en el dolor
La tristeza, como este país está rara vez se conoce
Para Monaghan ha perdido un valiente soldado
Con siete voluntarios de verde Tyrone
Oh Inglaterra es lo que realmente creo que es más
Si lo haces, vas a tener que matarnos a todos
Pues antes de tomar sus asesinos fuera de Irlanda
A continuación, les haremos lamentar el derrame de sangre en Loughgall
Fue en un viernes por la noche cálida y brumosa
El olor de la flor de manzana llena el aire
Esa calle de la aldea parecía tranquila y desierta
Pero los ojos ocultos estaban viendo en todas partes,
La bomba excavadora sólo había llegado a su objetivo
Accionó la trampa y armas de fuego llena el aire
El SAS no quería ningún tipo de presos
Disparen a matar! sus órdenes eran muy claras
Oh Inglaterra es lo que realmente creo que es más
Si lo haces, vas a tener que matarnos a todos
Pues antes de tomar sus asesinos fuera de Irlanda
A continuación, les haremos lamentar el derrame de sangre en Loughgall
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