It was on a winter’s morning, to the border we where bound We went up Clogher valley and on to Fivemiletown A two day stint at O.P.‘s didn’t fill our hearts with joy But we laughed and joked and bantered on the road to Aughnacloy
There was big Jim Crooks and Sandy the boy from county Down Myself and oul’ Willy Walker were both from Belfast town That man would not stop complaining, he acted JUSt like a boy But we carried on regardless on the road to Aughnac1oy
It was cold, as we marched along, each one thought of home But duty was upon us and for that we dare not roam We walked into an ambush intending us to destroy The shots rang out like cannons on the road to Aughnacloy
I saw oul’ Willy falling and clutching hold of his thigh Big Jimmy slumped onto the ground and with his dying cry He shouted to us “take cover”, but Sandy the wee Banbridge boy Died in my arms soon after, on the road to Aughnacloy
Oh why had I to live on and suffer the cruel sight Of watching my three comrades slain without as much as a fight I’ll never forget big Jimmy or oul’ Willy and the wee Banbridge boy As I go on a family outing along the road to Aughnacloy