[Verse]
I'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 sadness at this country's seldom known,
For Monaghan has lost a gallant soldier,
With seven volunteers from green Tyrone.

[Chorus]
Oh, England do you really think it's over,
Cause 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.

[Verse]
It was on the warm and misty Friday evening,
A scented apple blossom filled the air,
That village street seemed quiet and deserted,
But hidden arms were watching everywhere.

Well the digger bomb had only reached its target,
The trap was sprung and gunfire filled the air,
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,
Cause 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.

[Verse]
Well 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 Armagh village,
And they filled their bodies full of British lead.

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

[Chorus]
Oh, England do you really think it's over,
Cause 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.

[Verse]
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,
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,
Gerry O'Callaghan and the gallant Eugene Kelly,
Oh, your blood still stains the pavements at Loughgall.

[Chorus]
Oh, England do you really think it's over,
Cause 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,
Yes we will make them rue the blood spill at Loughgall.