Ambush at Clonoe The Irish Brigade

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 class 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