Medley: Crossmaglen / The Helicopter Song Lyrics
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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 Ireland's ever saw
 [bad word] (Where) In Crossmaglen,
The fire burns [bad word] 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 their reckoning [bad word] to hand
 [bad word] 
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
 [bad word] 
We'll not give up!
Oh will we f***!
Until we're free!
Until Ireland's out of British hands
We'll never rest,
Until we see,
The [bad word] driven from our land
 [bad word] 
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Helicopter Song
Dedicated to James Mc Quaide (Courtesy of Liam)
 [bad word] And its up like a bird and its over the city
3 men are missin' I heard a warder cry
It must have been a bird that flew into the prison
Or one of these new ministers says
The warder in the joy

Early one mornin' as the branchmen were sleepin'
little helicopter it flew across the sky
And down into the yard where some prisoners were walkin'
Get ready for inspection said
The warder in the joy
 [bad word] 
Over in the Dáil they were drinkin' gin and brandy
The minister for justice was soakin' up the sun
When along came the news that some prisoners were escapin'
I think its 3 of the provos said
The warder in the joy.
 [bad word] 
We'll search every home search every nook and cranny
Let no man rest until these men are found
For this cannot happen to a law and order government
I think you'll never find them said
The warder in the joy
 [bad word]