Ashtown Road

On a cold December day
As a lorry ploughed its way
'Midst bullets splash and play
On Ashtown Road

In that car a living tool
Against England's hated rule
That day began a duel
On Ashtown Road

But young Savage, unafraid
With gun and hand grenade
Attacked them undismayed
On Ashtown Road

But a bullet laid him low
From a rifle of the foe
That's another debt we owe
For Ashtown Road

He who dies for Ireland lives
And he whose life fought he
As a young man [?]
On Ashtown Road

So we laid him in a grave
Where the weeping willows wave
Ah my son of Erin brave
Farewell to thee