10th March 1971.
3 Scottish Soldiers.
Brothers John McCaig, 17 Years of Age, Joseph McCaig, 18 Years of Age with Friend & Comrade Dougald McCaughey, 23 Years of Age, set off into Belfast City Centre that day for a drink & bit of craic.
While out they befriended some young women who they thought to be just like themselves, happy go lucky & out for a good time.
These people offered the young lads back to a party & having no reason to question their honesty, they accepted.
The female IRA Murder Squad took the young lads to the outskirts of Belfast were no one could witness their savagery; the unarmed & defenceless boys were then murdered by a Catholic Nationalist Extremist Sinn Fein IRA Death Squad.
The young women, who the lads had offered the hand of friendship to, had in fact lured them to their deaths.
No one has ever been charged or convicted for this heinous crime & given that our weak & shameful government has now implemented a Republican Appeasement Policy, the chances are, no one will.
That said, I’d like to make this clear.
The people of Northern Ireland will never forget these young men, their families or their comrades for the loss they have suffered, & will continue to fight for the Truth, Justice & Accountability they deserve.
At The Going Down Of The Sun & In The Morning We Will Remember Them.
Stop The Republican Appeasement Policy
Three Scottish Soldiers
All those that rule this Province,
How guilty they must feel,
For the Deaths of three young Soldiers
In a ditch at Ligoniel.
The Soldiers came from Scotland,
Two only in their Teens,
In cold blood they where murdered
Whilst those in power did dream
When our own Ulster soldiers
Some serving far away,
Receive their sprig of Shamrock
I wonder what they’d say.
Our land’s good name is tarnished
this scar will never heel.
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 near Ligoniel.
Our thoughts go to their parents.
When on their knee’s they kneel.
And try to paint a picture.
Of that place called Ligoniel.
