Screaming out their primeval war cry,
The devil ran free that fateful day in 69
as he demonized worker against worker,
Similar future, similar past.
Working men listening to politicians' rhetoric.
Fat cats regurgitating lies against catholics/nationalists.
Claiming they only desire an all Ireland shore.
Sun went down on that old sore in 1922.
Protestant, Catholic, all of them workers united.
Wouldn't do to let them know they can have dignity.
Burning homes makes the loyalists believe
They are winning the fight against
one man, one vote.
Run the line of Bombay Street.
Burn, burn raze the catholics homes to the ground.
Put those shoreland armoured cars on city streets.
Open fire, light up the night sky with tracer rounds.
They don't care as young Patrick Rooney is shot dead in bed
Nine years of age and the first of many children to die.
Does not matter, they believe they are winning the fight.
That demonized war cry, No Surrender resonates from politicans.
Loyalist triumphalism declaring this is our land,
Our six counties of Ulster.
We walk the line in the blood of innocents
As myraid families flee their homes.
And so the forty years of the troubles began.
Six counties of Ulster shall never lie in the arms of the angels!
BOMBAY STREET BELFAST1969