If you type in Lurgan in the Digitrad & Forum search box you'll see a number of threads you might find interesting along with a song called Lurgan Town.
There's also the following song from the Sam Henry book that doesn't seem to be in Digitrad.
Lurgan Stream Nellie M'Intyre (Mulkeragh South, Limavady); the late Alexander Thompson (Alla, near Park) [From "Sam Henry's Songs of the People"]
When to this country first I came, my mind from love being free It was the beauty of that female bright that so enticed me It was the beauty of that female bright that set my heart aflame To sing her praise I'll now set forth, she dwells near Lurgan Stream
Her cheeks are like the roses red that's newly blown in June Her teeth like the polished ivory, and her breath a sweet perfume Her yellow hair waves in the air, most rare for to be seen And with a dart she pierced my heart and set it in a flame
It was on a Monday evening, my love I chanced to meet I took her in my arms and gave her kisses sweet I asked her if she would marry me, or single would remain Or if she would cross o'er the seas with me and leave sweet Lurgan Stream
'If I would cross o'er the seas with you, I am sure that would be known Or if I would cross o'er the seas with you, my friends would me disown If I would cross the seas with you, I would be much to blame So here at home I mean to roam and dwell near Lurgan Stream.'
'Oh, that the moon may be withdrawn, no more to rule the night Or that the sun may be withdrawn, no more to rule daylight The twinkling stars, they may fall down, no more for to be seen If ever, love, I prove false to you when far from Lurgan Stream.'
She says, 'Young man, from me withdraw; none of your foolish talk For it was for recreation's sake that I came here to walk For Cupid's dart ne'er pierced my heart, not set it in a flame When I would think on your false love when far from Lurgan Stream.'
My pen is getting feeble now, sure I can add no more Since she is too young to marry me, I will sail to a foreign shore I'll bid farewell to my old sweetheart, since her I can't redeem Likewise to you, old Ireland, when far from Lurgan Stream
Farewell to Letterkenny town, lies near Glen Swilly shore Where I spent all my youthful days; will I never see you more? And twice farewell to you, Argyle, where oftimes I have been Likewise to Kilmacrenan town, lies near sweet Lurgan Stream