The Irish Brigade - The Drumnakilly Ambush lyrics
[The Irish Brigade - The Drumnakilly Ambush lyrics]
Once again black flags are hoisted
In the county of Tyrone
Three more good men lie butchered by
The forces of the crown
We shed tears of grief and anger
As the news spreads quickly round
How the SAS had waited and
Without warning gunned them down
Now the green flag is wrapped around them
Gloves and berets on their chests
We salute three gallant soldiers
As we lay them down to rest
On the road past Drumnakilly sorrow
Shrouds the roadway still
Therе the SAS men lay in ambush
To do Maggie Thatchеr's will
Like Loughall and like Gibralter British
Justice had no frills
They came to Tyrone for vengeance and
Their orders were to kill
Now the green flag is wrapped around them
Gloves and berets on their chests
We salute three gallant soldiers
As we lay them down to rest
Gerry and Martin Harte we've lost you
We remember you with pride
You both had so much to live for
Now your dreams have been denied
Brian Mullin we will miss you
With your friendly smiling face
Though you died with your fond comrades in
Our hearts you hold the place
Now the green flag is wrapped around them
Gloves and berets on their chests
We salute three gallant soldiers
As we lay them down to rest
Three brave volunteers are gone now
What is there left to say?
It was Ireland's love that called them
When they joined the IRA
So let Thatcher send her murderers to
The hills of green Tyrone
It is she who will be mourning
When we send her soldiers home
In the county of Tyrone
Three more good men lie butchered by
The forces of the crown
We shed tears of grief and anger
As the news spreads quickly round
How the SAS had waited and
Without warning gunned them down
Now the green flag is wrapped around them
Gloves and berets on their chests
We salute three gallant soldiers
As we lay them down to rest
On the road past Drumnakilly sorrow
Shrouds the roadway still
Therе the SAS men lay in ambush
To do Maggie Thatchеr's will
Like Loughall and like Gibralter British
Justice had no frills
They came to Tyrone for vengeance and
Their orders were to kill
Now the green flag is wrapped around them
Gloves and berets on their chests
We salute three gallant soldiers
As we lay them down to rest
Gerry and Martin Harte we've lost you
We remember you with pride
You both had so much to live for
Now your dreams have been denied
Brian Mullin we will miss you
With your friendly smiling face
Though you died with your fond comrades in
Our hearts you hold the place
Now the green flag is wrapped around them
Gloves and berets on their chests
We salute three gallant soldiers
As we lay them down to rest
Three brave volunteers are gone now
What is there left to say?
It was Ireland's love that called them
When they joined the IRA
So let Thatcher send her murderers to
The hills of green Tyrone
It is she who will be mourning
When we send her soldiers home