Give me a Parabellum and a bandoleer of shells,
I'll wait in ambush for some men and I'll blow them all to hell,
For just today, I heard them say how Treacy met defeat,
Our lovely Seán is dead and gone, shot down in Talbot Street.

They were at the front and at the back, they were all around the place,
None of them anxious to attack, or meet him face to face,
Lloyd George did say, "You'll get your pay and a holiday most complete",
But none of them knew what they would go through, in that house in Talbot Street.

When he saw them in their Crossley trucks, like a fox inside his lair,
Seán waited for to size them up before he did emerge,
With blazing guns he met the Huns and forced them to retreat,
He shot them in pairs coming down the stairs, in that house in Talbot Street.

"Come on," he cried, "Come show your hand, you have boasted for so long,
How you would crush this rebel band with your armies great and strong,"
"No surrender!" was his war cry, "Fight on lads, no retreat,"
Brave Treacy cried before he died, shot down in Talbot Street.