Irish patriotic ballad in honour of the four IRA volunteers who died in the ambush by British forces at Clonoe,County Tyrone, 16th Feb 1992.


OLD CLONOE

Soft blows the breeze in old Clonoe,
Mid trembling leaves songbirds sing low; And deep blood-red wild roses grow,
For my true love in old Clonoe.

( chorus )

Ah Love, sweet Love, my heart is sore --
Oh will I see you nevermore ?
But I'll be true, come weal or woe --
I'll love you still, in old Clonoe.

Remember how we used to play,
In summer fields the livelong day;
And how each Sunday we would go,
To pledge our love in old Clonoe.

( repeat chorus )

'Tis well I mind that awful day,
When Freedom called you to the fray;
You made your stand 'gainst Ireland's foe,
Alas to fall in old Clonoe.
( chorus twice )

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