[Verse]
In the wee hours of the morning,
Three Strabane lads, they did die,
Fighting for their homeland,
Freedom was their prize.

Two of them were brothers,
David and Michael Devine,
Along with Charles Breslin,
Oh Lord, to them be kind.

[Chorus]
What they got was British justice,
It's plain for all to see,
Orders straight from Thatcher,
Shoot to kill, the policy.

[Verse]
All three of them were members,
Of the West Tyrone Brigade,
And they died that morning,
With their rifles and grenades.

They had no chance to usе them,
On that accursed day,
For undercovеr soldiers,
Blasted their young lives away.

[Chorus]
What they got was British justice,
It's plain for all to see,
Orders straight from Thatcher,
Shoot to kill, the policy.

[Verse]
Oh, what grief for these two families,
Their hearts so filled with pain,
To see their sons go out that night,
And not return again.

For the cause all three did cherish,
The sad parting had to be,
They died for their homeland,
That we all might be free.

[Chorus]
What they got was British justice,
It's plain for all to see,
Orders straight from Thatcher,
Shoot to kill, the policy.

[Verse]
So farewell to you, David,
Farewell to Charlie too,
And Michael, we have lost you,
At the age of twenty two.

Oh, you were such a champion,
Down in the snooker hall,
But you played your last frame,
When you answered Ireland's call.

[Chorus]
What they got was British justice,
It's plain for all to see,
Orders straight from Thatcher,
Shoot to kill, the policy.

[Verse]
There is a lonely graveyard,
Not far from their home,
And that's the final resting place,
For these lads from West Tyrone.

They have gone to join their comrades,
Harvey, Devlin, McGlynn and Tone,
May God be with you always,
The lads of West Tyrone.

[Chorus]
What they got was British justice,
It's plain for all to see,
Orders straight from Thatcher,
Shoot to kill, the policy.