Some men went to Dungannon town, the barracks for to case,
And notice how the noble Crown gave class to that new place,
With your IRA, ricochet, play it on your lambeg drum.

Oh, the RUC, they knew that we had planned to have some sport,
For they'd read a piece by Dev's police in a Free State news report,
With your IRA, ricochet, play it on your lambeg drum.

They read the paper satisfied and said, "well now, that's that,"
When suddenly to their surprise came a big loud rat-a-tat-tat,
With your IRA, ricochet, play it on your lambeg drum.

"Who's out there, oh what can we do? For God's sake stop this lark!,
Are you Fenians or red, white and blue that's out there in the dark?"
With your IRA, ricochet, play it on your lambeg drum.

One fella stole out warily but quickly came in again,
When he found that he was staring down the barrel of a Sten,
With your IRA, ricochet, play it on your lambeg drum.

Oh, the Free State news became a fact when the silence it was broke,
By a big loud bang that loudly rang from a shower of dust and smoke,
With your IRA, ricochet, play it on your lambeg drum.

When those guardians of the nation thought the lads were gone for good,
They came to find no station where a station once had stood,
With your IRA, ricochet, play it on your lambeg drum.

There are 10 loyal policemen now, and they're signing on the dole,
And they'd love to get those Irish pests and shove it up his,
With your IRA, ricochet, play it on your lambeg drum.