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BOMBAY STREET 1969
BOMBAY STREET BELFAST1969
Human kindness dissipates in the flames of hate.
As loyalist thugs ran the line to fire Bombay Street.
Screaming out their primeval war cry:-,
NO SURRENDER
The devil ran free that fateful day in 69
as he demonized
Worker against worker,
same future,
same past.
Working men listening to politicians' rhetoric
Fat cats regurgitating lies against
(Catholics) Nationalists,
only want 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 the worker know,
they can have dignity
.
Burning homes lets us know
we are winning the fight
Against workers plight Catholic's voting,
one man,
one vote
never.
Run the line of Bombay St, burn, burn the homes.
Put those shorland armored cars on city streets
open fire, light up the night sky with tracer rounds, and
we don't cry as Patrick Rooney is shot
dead in bed
(nine years of age first child to die)
Does not matter, we are winning the fight.
that demonized war cry, No Surrender from politicians.
Loyalist triumphalism,
this is our land,
6 counties of Ulster.
We walk the line in the blood of innocents as 1505 families
Flee their homes. And so the 40 years of the troubles began.
Six counties of Ulster shall never lie in the arms of the angels.
Human kindness dissipates in the flames of hate.
As loyalist thugs ran the line to fire Bombay Street.
Screaming out their primeval war cry:-,
NO SURRENDER
The devil ran free that fateful day in 69
as he demonized
Worker against worker,
same future,
same past.
Working men listening to politicians' rhetoric
Fat cats regurgitating lies against
(Catholics) Nationalists,
only want 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 the worker know,
they can have dignity
.
Burning homes lets us know
we are winning the fight
Against workers plight Catholic's voting,
one man,
one vote
never.
Run the line of Bombay St, burn, burn the homes.
Put those shorland armored cars on city streets
open fire, light up the night sky with tracer rounds, and
we don't cry as Patrick Rooney is shot
dead in bed
(nine years of age first child to die)
Does not matter, we are winning the fight.
that demonized war cry, No Surrender from politicians.
Loyalist triumphalism,
this is our land,
6 counties of Ulster.
We walk the line in the blood of innocents as 1505 families
Flee their homes. And so the 40 years of the troubles began.
Six counties of Ulster shall never lie in the arms of the angels.
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