Shoot To Kill Lyrics And Chords By The Irish Brigade
The Irish brigade play this song in the key of F
Shoot-To-Kill: Tells the tale of three Volunteers of the West Tyrone Command, IRA killed on February 12th 1985 outside Strabane in a notorious shoot to kill incident. The song is often sung in the locality.
[D]In the [G]wee hours of the morning three Sta[C]bane lads [G]they did [Am]die
Fight[D]ing for their homeland, Freedom was their [G]cry
Two of them were brothers, [C]David and [Em]Michael De[Am]vine
A[D]long with Charles Breslin, oh lord to them be [G]kind[C][G][D]
Chorus:
What [D]they got [G]was British justice
it's [C]plain for [Em]all to [Am]see,
[D]Orders straight from Thatcher,
Shoot-To-Kill the poli[G]cy
All three of them were members of the West Tyrone Brigade,
And they died that morning with their rifles and Grenades,
They had no chance to use them, on that accursed day
For undercover soldiers blasted their young lives away
What they got was British justice
it's plain for all to see,
Orders straight from Thatcher,
Shoot-To-Kill the policy
Oh what grief for these two families
their hearts so filled with pain,
To see their sons go out that night and not return again
For the cause that we do cherise their sad parting had to be
They died for their homeland and so we all might be free
Chorus
Farewell to you David, farewell dear Charlie too,
And Michael we have lost you at the age of 22,
You were such a champion, down at the snooker hal
but you played your last frame when you answered Ireland's call
Chorus
There is a lonely graveyard not far from their homes
That's the final resting place of these lads from West Tyrone
They have gone to join their comrades,
Harvey Devlin, McGlynn and Tone
May God be with you always oh the lads from West Tyrone
Chorus
Shoot-To-Kill: Tells the tale of three Volunteers of the West Tyrone Command, IRA killed on February 12th 1985 outside Strabane in a notorious shoot to kill incident. The song is often sung in the locality.
[D]In the [G]wee hours of the morning three Sta[C]bane lads [G]they did [Am]die
Fight[D]ing for their homeland, Freedom was their [G]cry
Two of them were brothers, [C]David and [Em]Michael De[Am]vine
A[D]long with Charles Breslin, oh lord to them be [G]kind[C][G][D]
Chorus:
What [D]they got [G]was British justice
it's [C]plain for [Em]all to [Am]see,
[D]Orders straight from Thatcher,
Shoot-To-Kill the poli[G]cy
All three of them were members of the West Tyrone Brigade,
And they died that morning with their rifles and Grenades,
They had no chance to use them, on that accursed day
For undercover soldiers blasted their young lives away
What they got was British justice
it's plain for all to see,
Orders straight from Thatcher,
Shoot-To-Kill the policy
Oh what grief for these two families
their hearts so filled with pain,
To see their sons go out that night and not return again
For the cause that we do cherise their sad parting had to be
They died for their homeland and so we all might be free
Chorus
Farewell to you David, farewell dear Charlie too,
And Michael we have lost you at the age of 22,
You were such a champion, down at the snooker hal
but you played your last frame when you answered Ireland's call
Chorus
There is a lonely graveyard not far from their homes
That's the final resting place of these lads from West Tyrone
They have gone to join their comrades,
Harvey Devlin, McGlynn and Tone
May God be with you always oh the lads from West Tyrone
Chorus
