[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 as 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,
For until you take your murderers out of Ireland,
We will make them rue the blood spill at Loughgall.

[Verse]
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 SAS were watching everywhere.

The digger bomb had only reached its target,
The trap was sprung and gunfire filled the air,
Maggie Thatcher she did not want any prisoners,
"Shoot to kill!" Her 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 them rue the blood spill at Loughgall.

[Verse]
You butchered eight brave volunteers that evening,
They were kicked and punched in case they were not dead,
You dragged them up and down that village,
And you 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,
Well, don't you know that there plenty more men waiting,
For each one that you murdered 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.

[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,
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,
For until you take your murderers out of Ireland,
We will make them 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.