She went to lay a rose
For eight men who lay in repose
Who fell so bravely in the throes
Of battle, one evening in May
She knelt to say a prayer
For eight men who had fallen there
Caught in a mercenary snare
In Loughgall, and so she did say
God bless my dearest father
Who was martyred at Loughgall
And God bless the East Tyrone Brigade
Who will never fall
A war in all but name
Jim Lynagh's men live on in fame
While John Bull's dirty dogs of death
Bring on him nothing but shame
It took two dozen guns
To take out eight of freedom's sons
Outnumbered fully three to one
It really speaks for itself
God bless my dearest father
Who was martyred at Loughgall
And God bless the East Tyrone Brigade
Who will never fall
She went to join the fight
She rode out with an armalite
As sure as day will follow night
Our country will be free again
JJ Mac - Loughgall Lyrics
JJ Mac - Loughgall Lyrics
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She went to lay a rose
For eight men who lay in repose
Who fell so bravely in the throes
Of battle, one evening in May
She knelt to say a prayer
For eight men who had fallen there
Caught in a mercenary snare
In Loughgall, and so she did say
God bless my dearest father
Who was martyred at Loughgall
And God bless the East Tyrone Brigade
Who will never fall
A war in all but name
Jim Lynagh's men live on in fame
While John Bull's dirty dogs of death
Bring on him nothing but shame
It took two dozen guns
To take out eight of freedom's sons
Outnumbered fully three to one
It really speaks for itself
God bless my dearest father
Who was martyred at Loughgall
And God bless the East Tyrone Brigade
Who will never fall
She went to join the fight
She rode out with an armalite
As sure as day will follow night
Our country will be free again
For eight men who lay in repose
Who fell so bravely in the throes
Of battle, one evening in May
She knelt to say a prayer
For eight men who had fallen there
Caught in a mercenary snare
In Loughgall, and so she did say
God bless my dearest father
Who was martyred at Loughgall
And God bless the East Tyrone Brigade
Who will never fall
A war in all but name
Jim Lynagh's men live on in fame
While John Bull's dirty dogs of death
Bring on him nothing but shame
It took two dozen guns
To take out eight of freedom's sons
Outnumbered fully three to one
It really speaks for itself
God bless my dearest father
Who was martyred at Loughgall
And God bless the East Tyrone Brigade
Who will never fall
She went to join the fight
She rode out with an armalite
As sure as day will follow night
Our country will be free again
Writer: JERRY MCCARTHY
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