Irish Brigade My Little Armalite
And it's down in the Bogside, that's where I long to be, Lying in the dark with a Provo company, A comrade on me left and another on me right And a clip of ammunition for my little Armalite.
I was stopped by a soldier, said he, You are a swine, He beat me with his baton and he kicked me in the groin, I bowed and I scraped, sure me manners were polite But all the time I'm thinking of me little Armalite.
And it's down in Crossmaglen, sure that's where I long to be, Lying in the dark with a Provo company, A comrade on me left and another on me right And a clip of ammunition for my little Armalite
Sure a brave RUC man came up into our street Six hundred British soldiers were gathered round his feet Come out, ye cowardly Fenians, said he, come out and fight. But he cried, I'm only joking, when he heard the Armalite.
Sure it's down in Kilwilkie, that's where I long to be, Lying in the dark with a Provo company, A comrade on me left and another on me right And a clip of ammunition for my little Armalite.
Sure, the army came to visit me, 'twas in the early hours, With Saladins and Saracens and Ferret armoured cars They thought they had me cornered, but I gave them all a fright With the armour piercing bullets of my little Armalite.
And it's down in the Falls Road, that's where I long to be, Lying in the dark with a Provo company, A comrade on me left and another on me right And a clip of ammunition for my little Armalite.
When Tuzo came to Belfast, he said, The battle's won, Said General Ford, We're winning sir, we have them on the run. But corporals and privates on patrol at night, Said, Send for reinforcements, it's the bloody Armalite.
And it's up in Ballymurphy, that's where I long to be, Lying in the dark with a Provo company, A comrade on me left and another on me right And a clip of ammunition for my little Armalite.
