Gibraltar (song)

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Gibraltar (also known as Gibraltar Three) is an Irish rebel song about the events on March 6, 1988 when three members of the Provisional Irish Republican Army (IRA) were shot and killed by the Special Air Service during Operation Flavius in the British overseas territory of Gibraltar. The three were planning to bomb a military parade.

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The Streets of Gibraltor
Micky McNally, The Irish Brigade

Sad are three homes in Belfast now
Old Ireland shares their sorrow
Mairéad Farrell, Sean Savage, and Daniel McCann
They died on the streets of Gibraltar


They flew out of Belfast with an ambitious plan
To continue the struggle to free Ireland
Mairead Farrell, Sean Savage and Daniel McCann
But they died on the streets of Gibraltar


Hidden eyes had been watching, they followed each one
They knew they weren't armed, that none had a gun
We'll give them a warning and no chance to run
For all three must die here on Gibraltar


[Chorus]
Sad are three homes in Belfast now
Old Ireland shares their sorrow
As they walked in the sun hidden Brits drew their guns
And their blood stained the streets of Gibraltar


The SAS stood there, so proud of their deed
Three more freedom fighters lay dead in the street
Like those eight Loughall_Martyrs, an ambush they did meet
Our gallant three far away in Gibraltar


[Chorus]
Sad are three homes in Belfast now
Old Ireland shares their sorrow
As they walked in the sun hidden Brits drew their guns
And their blood stained the streets of Gibraltar


Mairead while in prison we watched you with pride
True to all you believed in and for this you've died
With two fine volunteers, Dan and Sean at your side
A part of us died in Gibraltar


[Chorus]
Sad are three homes in Belfast now
Old Ireland shares their sorrow
As they walked in the sun hidden Brits drew their guns
And their blood stained the streets of Gibraltar


It happens each time that a volunteer dies
They screen out the truth with a cover of lies
But we know what happened although it denied
They planned their deaths on Gibraltar.


[Chorus]
Sad are three homes in Belfast now
Old Ireland shares their sorrow
As they walked in the sun hidden Brits drew their guns
And their blood stained the streets of Gibraltar

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