[G7] Twas a [C] cold [F] December [C] day
A [Em] lorry [Dm] ploughed its [G7]way
'Midst [C]
bullets splash and [F] play
On [G7] Ashtown [C] Road…[F][C]
In that car
a living tool
Of England's hated rule
There was
begun a duel
On Ashtown Road.
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.
But another
day shall dawn
Like that
cold December morn
When a martyr's
name was born
On Ashtown Road.
We laid him
in a grave
Where the
willows sadly wave,
Oh! son of Erin brave, Farewell to thee.
