Craigavon sent the specials out
To shoot the people down
He thought the ira were dead
In dear old belfast town
But he got a rude awakening
When with rifle and grenade
He met the first battalion
Of the belfast brigade!
Glory, glory to old ireland!
Glory, glory to this ireland!
Glory to the memory of the men who fought and died
(hey!) ‘no surrender!’ is the war cry of the belfast brigade!
Specials came from hollywood
Equipped with english guns
Men by the thousand
Ammunition by the tonnes (hut [?]!)
But when the got to seaforde street
They were seriously delayed
By the fighting first battalion
Of the belfast brigade! (hey!)
Glory, glory to old ireland!
Glory, glory to this ireland!
Glory to the memory of the men who fought and died
(hey!) ‘no surrender!’ is the war cry of the belfast brigade!
We have no armored cars
Or tenders for to show
We’re ready to defend ourselves
No matter where we go
We’re out for our republic
Orange men the live in dread! (hey!)
We’re the fighting first battalion
Of the belfast brigade
Glory, glory to old ireland!
Glory, glory to this ireland!
Glory to the memory of the men who fought and died
(hey!) ‘no surrender!’ is the war cry of the belfast brigade!
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