THE BALLINALEE
IN BALLINA
ONE bright September’s morning, the day fell calm and clear,
The I.R.A. left Glenree in high spirits and good cheer;
They soon surprised those Free State boys that were stationed in the town,
And made them all surrender and their arms to lay down.
Like a thunderball from heaven they shot down Ardnaree,
A handful of Republicans in the famous “Ballinalee”;
Like lightning flash, those heroes dashed, to a place called Piper Hill,
They soon took up positions, their orders to fulfil.
The Post Office next was raided, and their battle cry,
“Come out you featherbed soldiers, surrender or you’ll die”;
With hands uprisen above their heads, they surrendered down the stairs,
And in less than twenty minutes, they had taken everywhere.
The men of 1916 were with the "Boys" that day,
Their spirits hovering over them, though moulding in the clay;
God bless those men that are on the run, God bless those men that died,
Like Patrick Pearse and Connolly, and Major John McBride.
The men are on the mountains that defeated the Black and Tans,
And drove them away across the sea, far from old Ireland;
Those men will fight and they are right, they know they’re sure to win,
Freedom for old Ireland in every vale and glen.
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