Some men went to Dungannon town, the barracks for to case,
And when they saw the Queen's army gave classes at that place,
With your IRA, ricochet, play it on your lambeg drum.

Well, the RUC they did not think that we had planned some sport,
They'd read of peace with the police in a Free State news report,
With your IRA, ricochet, play it on your lambeg drum.

Well, the Sargent, he had read the news, he said, "now, boys that's that,"
When to his surprise, upon the door, therе came a loud rat-tat,
With your IRA ricochet play it on your lambeg drum

Wеll, the Sargent, he stuck out his head, he pulled it back again,
For he found that he was looking down the barrel of a sten,
With your IRA, ricochet, play it on your lambeg drum.

Well, the Sargent shouted out now, "Ah, boys now stop this lark,"
"Are you Protestants or Fenian men out there in the dark."
With your IRA, ricochet, play it on your lambeg drum.

They blew the barracks up that night and the RUC as well,
And if the British army came they said, "They'd blow them all to hell."
With your IRA ricochet play it on your lambeg drum.

There's ten loyal police men, and they're signing on the dole,
They'd love to get that Free State press and ram it up his hole,
With your IRA, ricochet, play it on your lambeg drum.