The Irish Brigade - Shoot to Kill lyrics

[The Irish Brigade - Shoot to Kill lyrics]

In the wee hours of the morning
Three Strabane lads, they did die
Fighting for their homeland
Freedom was their prize
Two of them were brothers
David and Michael Devine
Along with Charles Breslin
Oh Lord, to them be kind

What they got was British justice
It's plain for all to see
Orders straight from Thatcher:
Shoot to kill, the policy

All three of them were members
Of the West Tyrone Brigade
And they died that morning
With their rifles and grenades
They had no chance to usе them
On that accursed day for undercovеr soldiers
Blasted their young lives away



What they got was British justice
It's plain for all to see
Orders straight from Thatcher:
Shoot to kill, the policy

Oh, what grief for these two families
Their hearts so filled with pain
To see their sons go out that night
And not return again
For the cause all three did cherish
The sad parting had to be
They died for their homeland
That we all might be free

What they got was British justice
It's plain for all to see
Orders straight from Thatcher:
Shoot to kill, the policy

So farewell to you, David
Farewell to Charlie too
And Michael, we have lost you
At the age of twenty-two
Oh, you were such a champion
Down in the snooker hall
But you played your last frame
When you answered Ireland's call

What they got was British justice
It's plain for all to see
Orders straight from Thatcher:
Shoot to kill, the policy

There is a lonely graveyard
Not far from their home
And that's the final resting place
Of the lads from West Tyrone
They have gone to join their comrades
Harvey, Devlin, McGlynn and Tone
May God be with you always
The lads of West Tyrone

What they got was British justice
It's plain for all to see
Orders straight from Thatcher:
Shoot to kill, the policy

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