[Verse]
We'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 we'll sing about our martyrs at Loughgall.

Well the Irish nation bowed its head in sorrow,
At such sadness, oh, this country's seldom known,
For Monaghan had lost a gallant soldier,
With seven volunteers from east Tyrone.

[Chorus]
Oh, England do you really think it's over,
If you do you're going to have to kill us all, one and all,
For until you take your murderers out of Ireland,
We will make you rue the blood spill at Loughgall.

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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.

And that digger bomb had only reached its target,
The trap was sprung and gunfire filled the air,
Oh, the SAS did not want any prisoners,
Oh, "Shoot to kill!" their orders were quite clear.

[Chorus]
Oh, England do you really think it's over,
If you do you're going to have to kill us all,
For until you take your murderers out of Ireland,
We will make you rue the blood spill at Loughgall.

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They butchered eight brave volunteers that evening,
They were kicked and punched in case they were not dead,
They dragged them up and down that village,
They filled their bodies full of British lead.

Did you think it would teach us all a lesson?
At such savagery the whole world was appalled,
But don't you know there are twenty more men waiting,
For everyone you butchered at Loughgall.

[Chorus]
Oh, England do you really think it's over,
If you do you're going to have to kill us all, one and all,
For until you take your murderers out of Ireland,
We will make you rue the blood spill at Loughgall.

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So farewell to Paddy Kelly and Jim Lynagh,
No more you'll lead your fighting unit forth,
Side by side with Pádraig McKearney and Tony Gormaley,
Oh, 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,
Your blood still stains the pavements at Loughgall.

[Chorus]
Oh, England do you really think it's over,
If you do you're going to have to kill us all, one and all,
For until you take your murderers out of Ireland,
We will make you rue the blood spill at Loughgall.

[Chorus]
Oh, England do you really think it's over,
If you do you're going to have to kill us all,
For until you take your murderers out of Ireland,
We will make them rue the blood spill at Loughgall,
We will make them rue the blood spill at Loughgall.