Springtown Camp, song

Greg Doherty, singing in English
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Lyrics

So dark the night so deep the snow so treacherous the road
When forty gallant B-men set out from their abode
Forty gallant fighting men set out on their long tramp
When the orders came from Stormont to attack ould Springtown camp
Aye the orders came from Stormont to attack ould Springtown camp.

Well the campers were Republican as everybody kew
The kept their arms well up their sleeves when they went to draw the brew
Most of the werre fighting men although they liked their jags
Sure they made an honest living out of selling free-state fags
Aye they made an honest living out of selling free-state fags.

Wlel the cmap looked so deserted that one kicked in the door
Well out then came a four year old and knocked him to the floor
He said you’re like a rentman and if you are beware
For me ma said that she‘s not in and me ould boy’s on the tear
Aye me ma said that she‘s not in and me ould boy’s on the tear.

Well now the battle’s raging it made the siege look dead
The women fought the B-Men while their husbands lay in bed
They fought with poles and frying pans and put the foe to flight
Ach sure many’s a gallant B-man met his watery loo that night
Ach sure many’s a gallant B-man met his watery loo that night.

Well now the battles over and Springtown won the day
They’d used a secret weapon they’d left over from their tae
You’ve heard of all your weaponry from powder ball and cap
But the answer to the B-Men was Sonny Fleming’s baps
Aye the answer to the B-Men was Sonny Fleming’s baps.