BrianW1lls

LIGONIEL
All Those That Rule This Province,
How Guilty They Must Feel
For the deaths of three young soldiers,
in a ditch at Ligoniel

These soldiers came from Scotland
Two Only In Their Teens
In Cold Blood They Were Murdered
Whilst Those In Power Dream

When Our Own Ulster Soldiers
Some Serving Far Away
Receive Their Sprig Of Shamrock
I Wonder What They'd Say
Our Lands Good Name Is Tarnished
This Scar Will Never Heal
Perhaps They'll Plant A Thistle
In That Ditch At Ligoniel

It Matters Not How Long They Live
They Never Can Conceal
They Stood Aside While Soldiers Died
In That Ditch At Ligoniel

Our Thoughts Go To Their Parents
When On Their Knees They Kneel
And Try To Paint A Picture
Of That Place Called                                                                  "ligoniel"   .......................................................................................................................                                                                                                                    by an unknown writer............................                                                    WILLIAM STOAT 


In a mean abode on the Shankill Road,
Lived a man named William Stoat,
And he had a wife, the curse of his life,
Who continually got his goat
So one day with her nightdress on
He cut her skinny throat.
With a razor Gash he settled her hash
Oh never was crime so Quick,
But the steady drip on the pillow slip
Of her life blood made him sick,
And the pool of gore on the bedroom floor
Grew clooted cold and thick.
Still, he was glad he had done what he had
As his wife lay cold and still,
When a sudden awe of the angry law
Filled his soul with a dreadful chill
And to end the fun so soon begun
He took a sheet from his wife's cold feet,
And he knotted it into a rope
And he hanged himself from the Pantry shelf
'Twas an easy end, let's hope
With his final breath in the jaws of death, 
he solemnly cursed the Pope
But the strangest turn of the whole concern
Is only just beginnin'
He went to hell and his wife got well
And is still alive and sinnin',
For the razor blade was Free State made,
And the sheet was Ulster Linen,