[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.

The Irish nation bowed its head in sorrow,
Such sadness as the country ever known,
Monaghan have lost a gallant soldier,
With seven volunteers from green Tyrone.

[Chorus]
So England do you really think that it's over,
If you do you're going to have to kill us all, (Kill us all!)
Until you take your bastards out of Ireland,
We will make them rue the blood spill at Loughgall.

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Was on a warm and misty Friday evening,
The scent of apple blossom filled the air,
Village street seemed quiet and deserted,
Oh, but hidden eyes were watching everywhere.

The digger bomb had only reached the target,
The trap was sprung and gunfire filled the air,
The SAS did not want any prisoners,
"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, (Kill us all!)
For until you take your bastards out of Ireland,
We will make them rue the blood spill at Loughgall.

[Verse]
Ah, well they butchered eight brave volunteers that evening,
They were kicked and punched in case they weren't dead,
They dragged them up and down that Armagh village,
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,
Don't you know there were fifty men more 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, (Kill us all!)
Until you take your bastards out of Ireland,
We will make them rue the blood spill at Loughgall.

[Verse]
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,
Died to drive the British from the North.

Declan Arthurs, the youthful Seamus Donnelly,
On that night you were the youngest of them all,
Gerry O'Callaghan, the gallant Eugene Kelly,
Oh, your blood still stains the pavements at Loughgall.

[Chorus]
England do you really think it's over,
If you do you're going to have to kill us all, (Kill us all!)
Until you take your bastards out of Ireland,
We will make them rue the blood spill at Loughgall.

[Chorus]
So England do you really think it's over,
If you do you're going to have to kill us all, (Kill us all!)
Until you take your bastards out of Ireland,
We will make them rue the blood spill at Loughgall,
Oh, we will make them rue the blood spill at Loughgall.