Dominic Behan
Dominic Behan
Dominic Behan
Dominic Behan
Dominic Behan
Dominic Behan
Dominic Behan
Dominic Behan
Dominic Behan
Dominic Behan
Dominic Behan
[Verse 1]
'Twas a cold December day
A lorry ploughed its way
Where bullets splashed and played
On Ashtown Road
For the boys had dug a trench
To ambush bould Lord French
But the Tans were there in strength
On Ashtown Road
[Verse 2]
There were lorries front and rear
On the [?] and the pier
And he thought his end was near
On Ashtown Road
To get at that living tool
Of England's hated rule
There was begun a duel
On Ashtown Road
[Verse 3]
Though outnumbered ten to one
The fight it was soon on
With thеir Parabellum guns
On Ashtown Road
And though the English had the bеst
Of equipment and the rest
Still we put them to the test
On Ashtown Road
[Verse 4]
Martin 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
On Ashtown Road