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
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
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 were watching 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
"Shoot to kill!" their orders were quite clear
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
Well, they butchered eight brave volunteers that evening
They were punched and kicked 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?
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