(Fighting Men From Crossmaglen)
[Verse]
Oh, I'll sing a song of the bravest men,
That famous fighting unit from Armagh, (Tiocfaidh ár lá!)
They are the men from Crossmaglen,
Among the bravest Irelands ever saw. (Where?)

[Chorus]
In Crossmaglen, the fire burns true,
The patriotic flame will never die,
And when you hear the battle cry,
It will be the fighting men from Crossmaglen.

[Verse]
At night you hear bazookas roar,
Armalites are heard across the land,
The IRA, their spirits soar,
They know the reckoning has come to hand.

[Chorus]
In Crossmaglen, the fire burns true,
The patriotic flame will never die,
And when you hear the battle cry,
It will be the fighting men from Crossmaglen.

[Verse]
Those British scum, they do fear,
That they'll never again see their cursed shore,
Because they know they'll pay dear,
The RA will even Ireland's bloody score.

[Chorus]
In Crossmaglen, the fire burns true,
The patriotic flame will never die,
And when you hear the battle cry,
It will be the fighting men from Crossmaglen.

[Bridge]
The I, the I, the IRA.
The I, the I, the IRA.

[Chorus]
In Crossmaglen, the fire burns true,
The patriotic flame will never die,
And when you hear the battle cry,
It will be the fighting men from Crossmaglen.

[Verse]
We'll not give up! Oh, will we fuck! Until we're free!
Ireland's out of British hands,
We'll never rest! Until we see!
The tyrants rule driven from our land.

[Chorus]
In Crossmaglen, the fire burns true,
The patriotic flame will never die,
And when you hear the battle cry,
It will be the fighting men from Crossmaglen.

[Chorus]
In Crossmaglen, the fire burns true,
The patriotic flame will never die,
And when you hear the battle cry,
It will be the fighting men from Crossmaglen.

[Chorus]
In Crossmaglen, the fire burns true,
The patriotic flame will never die,
And when you hear the battle cry,
It will be the fighting men from Crossmaglen. (Where?)

[Chorus]
In Crossmaglen, the fire burns true,
The patriotic flame will never die,
And when you hear the battle cry,
It will be the fighting men from Crossmaglen.

(The Helicopter Song)
[Chorus]
And it's up like a bird and over the city,
"Three men are missing", I heard the warder cry,
"Sure it must have been a bird that flew unto the prison,
Or one of these new ministers", said the warder in the joy.

[Verse]
Well, early one morning as the branchmen were sleeping,
A little helicopter flew across the sky,
Down into the yard where some prisoners were walking,
"Get ready for inspection", said the warder in the joy.

[Chorus]
And it's up like a bird and over the city,
"Three men are missing", I heard the warder cry,
"Sure it must have been a bird that flew unto the prison,
Or one of these new ministers", said the warder in the joy.

[Verse]
And over in the Dáil, they were drinking gin and brandy,
The minister for justice was soaking up the sun,
When along came the news, some prisoners had escaped him,
"I think it's three of the Provos", said the warder in the joy.

[Chorus]
And it's up like a bird and over the city,
"Three men are missing", I heard the warder cry,
"Sure it must have been a bird that flew unto the prison,
Or one of these new ministers", said the warder in the joy.

[Verse]
Well search every hole, search every nook and cranny,
Let no man rest until these men are found,
For this cannot happen to a law and order government,
"I think you'll never find them", said the warder in the joy.

[Chorus]
And it's up like a bird and over the city,
"Three men are missing," I heard the warder cry,
"Sure it must have been a bird that flew unto the prison,
Or one of these new ministers", said the warder in the joy.

[Chorus]
And it's up like a bird and over the city,
"Three men are missing", I heard the warder cry,
"Sure it must have been a bird that flew unto the prison,
Or one of these new ministers", says the warder in the joy.