[Verse]
I 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.

When the Irish nation bowed its head in sorrow,
Such sadness as this country's seldom known,
For Monaghan had lost a gallant soldier,
With seven volunteers from green 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 it seemed quiet and deserted,
But hidden eyes of corruption everywhere.

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,
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 their bodies up and down that village,
And filled their bodies full of British lead.

Do you think that it would teach us all a lesson?
As such savagery the whole world was appalled,
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,
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.