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Ambush at Clonoe
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Here's a a song of young lives lost before their time Of four daring lads cut down in their prime In a land that longs for freedom and for peace It's a prayer that all the heartache soon will cease Sometimes it's hard to find the words to say When the cut's so deep the pain won't go away How much longer must we struggle, mourn, and pray? 'Till we see the light of freedom's dawning day In their boyhood years these lads learned at first hand They were only second cla** in their own land Stopped and searched by police each time they walked the street And degraded by each foot patrol they'd meet To those R.U.C. 'n soldiers it was fun To intimidate our children with their guns But there's some young folk who won't take any more And there's some who want to even up the score Barry O'Donnell was a thorn in England's side And he led his volunteers with dauntless pride Sean O'Farrell stood beside him all the while And we never will forget his roguish smile Countless times in action these pair played their part That they couldn't hold them broke the soldier's hearts But those lads knew they lived on borrowed time But they'd make their mark before they crossed the line In Coalisland Square that February night Oh the sentries in the barracks all took fright For on the lorry coming straight ahead Was a unit of the East Tyrone Brigade From that lorry's back the Irish flag flew high And the big machine gun pointed to the sky And when Barry with that gun began to shoot Oh! Those Brits longed for transfers to Beirut As the tracer bullets split the barrack wall Those bold volunteers they showed no fear at all As the lorry drove away the people cheered Not knowing that soon their cries would soon be tears It was the boldest deed that little town had known In all the years of struggle in Tyrone But it was the saddest night that town would come to know For the S.A.S. lay waiting at Clonoe Was not until they had the big gun down And the volunteers thought they were safe and sound That the sas they opened up from every side And on that killing ground four brave lads died We lost bold Peter Clancy on that night A volunteer who scorned Britannia's might Young Paddy Vincent died there by his side He lost his life for what he thought was right We salute you Barry, Peter, Paddy, Sean Though you've left us, your memory will live on For to the crown, a knee you'd never bend And you were bold and fearless to the end So come all of you who love your native land As for peace and freedom we march hand in hand Our brave volunteers have not been lost in vein From the ashes we can build our land again Here's a a song of young lives lost before their time Of four daring lads cut down in their prime In a land that longs for freedom and for peace It's a prayer that all the heartache soon will cease (Sometimes it's hard to find the words to say)
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