Padraig Mor - Clonoe Ambush | Текст песни

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Here's a song of young lives lost before their times,
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 might 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,
Til 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 streets
And degraded by each foot-patrol they'd meet

To those RUC and 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 roguesh smile

Countless times in action theses pair played their part
That they couldn't hold them broke the soldiers' hearts
But both lads knew they lived on borrowed time
But they'd make their mark before they crossed the line

In Coalisland sqaure 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
How those Brits there longed for transfers to Beirut

As the chaser bullets split the barrack wall
Those bold volunteers they showed no fear at all
As the lorry drove away the people cheered
Letting knowing that their prize would soon be tears

It was the boldest deed that little town had known
In the 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

It 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 Brittania'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, STILL YOUR MEMORY WILL LIVE ON
FOR TO THE CROWN THE 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 vain
From the ashes we can build our land again

Here's a song of young lives lost before their time...