The 2nd Battalion Royal Ulster Rifles
And
And
Famous Irish Regiments
A Field of Shamrocks
Sucking mud, full of Blood
God, please dont let me die.
But Paddy's dead, the company said,
And the Staff are full of lies.
To Ireland's call, proud and tall,
We left our sacred land,
To Foreign fields where men are killed,
The Devil plays his hand.
It was not poppies we saw that day
But Shamrocks laying still,
The Staff they laughed, they sealed our fate
but still we took that hill.
So here's to you oh lying Staff and King who did nor care,
For we are 'Irish ', true and stout,
No better man shall share.
To ' Ireland our Country ' we gave our blood
For Ireland we did our best
Oh Sacred God, please rest out souls,
For Beneath the Mud we rest.
God, please dont let me die.
But Paddy's dead, the company said,
And the Staff are full of lies.
To Ireland's call, proud and tall,
We left our sacred land,
To Foreign fields where men are killed,
The Devil plays his hand.
It was not poppies we saw that day
But Shamrocks laying still,
The Staff they laughed, they sealed our fate
but still we took that hill.
So here's to you oh lying Staff and King who did nor care,
For we are 'Irish ', true and stout,
No better man shall share.
To ' Ireland our Country ' we gave our blood
For Ireland we did our best
Oh Sacred God, please rest out souls,
For Beneath the Mud we rest.
By ' Mad Paddy '
( Steve Murtagh )
( Steve Murtagh )
One of the ' missing ' thousands
