Charlie and the Bhoys - Aiden mcanespie

It was ^Don a Sunday evening the sun s^Ghone in the sky ^Em As he w^Aalked his way to the Gaelic ground never th^Ginking he was ^Agoing to di^De But as he crossed the checkpoint the ^Gsound of gunfire ca^Emme As th^Ae news spread through the border town A^Giden McAnes^Apie was sla^Din

Oh w^Ghy did you d^Ao it? Have you n^Dot the guts to s^Bmay You s^Gay it was an ^Aaccident or ev^Den a ricochet^A But like ^DLoughgall and Gibraltar your ^Glies are well ren^Emowned You m^Aurdered Aiden McAnespie on his w^Gay to the G^Aaelic g^Dround

For y^Dears he was harassed by the ^Gforces of the cr^Emown As he ^Awent to work each mornin he ^Gleft his nat^Aive to^Dwn The soldiers swore they´d get him for ^Greasons no one can s^Emay And ^Asure enough they murdered him in cold ^Gblood that s^Aunny ^Dday

To ^Dsay it was an accident was the ^Ggreatest crime of a^Emll To his h^Aeart-broken family it was the ^Gworst that ^Acan bef^Dall A cross it marks the lonely spot where ^GAiden he was shot ^Emdown As he w^Aalked on that Sunday evening on his ^Gway to the ^AGaelic ^Dground

^DAidens life had ended it was t^Gime for judgement ^Emday A s^Aoldier he jumped out from the tower and the c^Goward he ^Aslipped ^Daway God´s curse on you England for this c^Gruel deed you have ^Emdone But ^AGod will have his final say when your ^Gday of ^Ajudgement ^Dcomes