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Oh I'll sing a song,
Of the bravest men!
That famous fighting unit from Armagh
They are the men,
From Crossmaglen,
Amongst the bravest Irelands ever saw
In Crossmaglen,
The fire burns true.
The patriotic flame will never die.
And when you hear the battle cry
It will be the fighting men from Crossmaglen
At night you hear,
Bazookas roar,
Armalites are heard across the land.
The IRA,
Their spirits soar
They know the reckoning has come to hand
The British scum,
They do fear,
Never again they'll see their cursed shore.
Because they know
They'll pay dear,
And the RA will even Ireland's bloody score.
We'll not give up!
Oh Will we fuck!
Until we're free!
Until Ireland's out of British hands.
We'll never rest,
Until we see,
The tyrants rule driven from our land
Of the bravest men!
That famous fighting unit from Armagh
They are the men,
From Crossmaglen,
Amongst the bravest Irelands ever saw
The fire burns true.
The patriotic flame will never die.
And when you hear the battle cry
It will be the fighting men from Crossmaglen
Bazookas roar,
Armalites are heard across the land.
The IRA,
Their spirits soar
They know the reckoning has come to hand
Never again they'll see their cursed shore.
Because they know
They'll pay dear,
Oh Will we fuck!
Until we're free!
Until Ireland's out of British hands.
We'll never rest,
Until we see,
The tyrants rule driven from our land
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