My Little Armalite

And it's down along the bog road, that's where I long to be
Lyin' in the dark with a Provo company
A comrade on me left and another one on me right
A clip of ammunition for me little Armalite

I was stopped by a soldier, he said, "You are a swine"
He hit me with his rifle and he kicked me in the groin
I begged and I pleaded, oh my manners were polite
But all the time I'm thinkin' of me little Armalite

And it's down in the bogside, that's where I long to be
Lyin' in the dark with a Provo company
A comrade on me left and another one on me right
And a clip of ammunition for me little Armalite

Well this brave R.U.C. man came marchin' up our street
600 British soldiers he had lined up at his feet
"Come out ye cowardly Fenians, come on out and fight"
He cried "I'm only jokin'!", when he heard the Armalite

And it's down in Mullahy, that's where I long to be
Lyin' in the dark with a Provo company
A comrade on me left and another one on me right
A clip of ammunition for me little Armalite

Well, the army came to visit me, 'twas in the early hours
With Saracens, and Saladins, and Ferret armoured cars
They thought they had me cornered, but I gave them all a fright
With the armour-piercin' bullets of me little Armalite

And it's down in the New Lodge, that's where I long to be
Lyin' in the dark with a Provo company
A comrade on me left and another one on me right
A clip of ammunition for me little Armalite

Well, when Prior came to Belfast, to see the battles won
The generals they had told him, "We've got them on the run"
But corporals and privates, while on patrol at night
Say, "Remember Narrow Water and the bloody Armalite"

And it's down in Crossmaglen, that's where I long to be
Lyin' in the dark with a Provo company
A comrade on me left and another one on me right
And a clip of ammunition for me little Armalite