Micky Dougherty blue up a car, a bridge, and part of his leg |
| When he got up we gave him a bowl and set him down to beg |
| Lucky he was no other was hurt and only himself to blame |
| Lucky we were we had such a spy and loyal to the game |
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| Jimmy Connolly, deep in his cups, decided to strike a blow |
| He was partial to fighting and not to the cause, but that we did not know |
| He had a daughter, Aine Grace, with tangled curls of gold |
| She followed her da' around like a pup and not yet five years old |
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The rain came down. Washed out Derry town |
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All that we were doing went unseen |
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We held each other strong. Sang the whole night long |
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T'was a Black Day for the wearing of the green |
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| Jimmy Connolly took a gun to the roof of the old hotel |
| When the troops came marching by, he blew most of them to Hell |
| He took off a-running. Ach, such a hew and cry |
| You think he might have wished by then to grow some wings and fly |
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| He ran down to Flanagan's pub where the music drew a crowd |
| Pulled himself together, marched in straight and proud |
| Stopped the music to announce the deed that he had done |
| And demanded that we stand with him, so he'd not have to run |
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| Flynn and Ryan dragged Jim out and down to Foyle moat |
| They did not know what else to do so hid him on Duggan's boat |
| Mick Dougherty found Aine Grace crying in the street |
| He led her down to Flanagan's for her father there to meet |
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| They crossed paths with Duggan who was headed for his boat |
| He said they'd meet the others and together they would float |
| Down the river to the loch, out to the sea and gone |
| He thought that they would all be safe, if they reached the loch by dawn |
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| They made it down to Clooney and toward Saint Columb's park |
| They thought their luck was holding, hidden safely in the dark |
| But the British troops were lined up waiting for the boat to pass |
| When the first light of the morning turned the Foyle to bright glass |
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| Five good men and one small girl and not yet lifted sail |
| Not one of them survived the shells that came down on them like hail |
| We saw it from upriver when the boat went up in flames |
| Nothing left for us to do but remembering their names |
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Jimmy Connolly, Mickey Dougherty |
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Billy Duggan, Michael Flynn, |
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Patrick Ryan, Aine Grace Connolly |
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T'was a Black Day for the wearing of the green. |
