Fighting Men From The Crossmaglen

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 reckonin has come to hand
 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
 The British scum,
 They do fear,
 Never again they'll see their cursed shore.
 WHY?
 Because they know
 They'll pay dear,
 And the RA will even Irelands bloody score.
 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
 And when you hear the battle cry
 It will be the fighting men from Crossmaglen