The Road to Aughnacloy
written by John Connery
The mainly protestant Royal Ulster Constabulary were charged with keeping the peace by, and for, the Northern Ireland Unionist government. Defined by Catholics as anti-Nationalist and sometimes by Protestants as "not Unionist enough," they often found themselves in the firing line from all sides.
This is a beautifully written ballad in the traditional vein from the pen of my good friend John Connery, recalling the human emotions and life changing moments surrounding an ambush that took place near Aughnacloy in Co Tyrone.
It was on a winter's morning, to the border we where bound
There was big Jim Crooks and Sandy the boy from county Down
It was cold, as we marched along, each one thought of home
I saw oul' Willy falling and clutching hold of his thigh
Oh why had I to live on and suffer the cruel sight