The winter winds blew wildly, ‘twas a dark December night,

When the sad news reached Kinvara of a mournful tragic sight.

Of the finding of two brothers, their cold corpses side by side,

Far from their loving mother those two hero brothers died.

They were captured by our enemies as they threshed their mother’s corn.

And brought back in cold corpses to the place where they were born.

They were taken away in a lorry under auxiliary escort.

From their native Shanaglish, three miles south west of Gort

They were dragged behind the lorries for three long miles or more,

Till the blood gushed from their faces, their bodies crushed and sore.

They were taken then past the castle on that cold December day,

Their agonies to endure as their lifeblood ebbed away.

They were kept in close confinement till the dead of night arrived,

And like all our Irish martyrs of their lives they were deprived.

As they stood before the blows, their moans were heard for miles around,

Their bodies were brutally beaten and burned as they lay upon the ground.

And they were thrown into a well, to prevent them from being found.

After ten long days in that desolate place, unblest by any trees,

The noble brothers Loughnane by God’s aid were released.

To a house near Kinvarra the funeral marched that day,

With a bodyguard of the I.R.A. who took the remains away.

Our hearts were almost bursting, dead silence reigned all o’er,

As their bodies were slowly taken and laid upon the floor.

O God it was an awful sight to see the sad remains,

Lying side by side that winger’s night, their bodies black from flames.

And then another death-like silence reigned

As their sisters slowly knelt to pray.

Their tears had mingled with their brothers’ shattered brains.

Its no wonder that we mourn, it’s no wonder that we cry

To see the fresh blood oozing from out poor Harry’s side.

Patrick’s flesh was torn all over, his eyes were boiled and burned within,

There was nothing left to recognise that boy but the nose and half the chin.

Their bodies then were coffined, wrapped in the green and white,

And in the holy church of god they were laid to rest that night.

On the following day what a mournful sight to the mother of the brave

As her darling sons were laid to rest ‘neath the bosom of the grave.

Their bodies nursed with tender care now deep beneath the sod,

In a graveyard in Shanaglish those two hero brothers lie.

The gave their lives for Ireland, they died for you and I

They gave up all on earth they had, they suffered all their pains.

So kindly say a silent prayer for the noble brothers Loughnane