Three Volunteers (Crowley, Carty and Loughran) The Irish Brigade

Oh, gather round comrades, a sad tale I'll tell
Of three volunteers who went out one day
To free dear old Ireland was their only aim
To rid this proud nation of British domain

Near Omagh town in the county Tyrone
With a bomb in their car, our three men did go
But something went wrong on that fatal day
For the bomb went off early; our three men lay dead

England, cruel England, you're really to blame
You divide this rich nation, hang your head in shame
You've stole and you've plundered, you're raped our rich land
Our three men lie dead and their blood is on your hands

Two of these men from Dungannon did come:
Paddy Carty, Seán Loughran; two men on the run
Their love for old Ireland was their only crime
For the love of Ireland they proudly did die

From far-off Cork, in the foot of the Bann
Young Dermot Crowley, he's not yet a man
The call was so great, though, he went to the North
He left his loving parents to follow his heart

Many's a tear was shed that day;
When the Dungannon, Paddy Carty was dead
For none was more brave, with a heart big and true
My God, Paddy Carty, will not forget you