In Belfast - The Wolfe Tones

Cast your eyes on a spot dear Lord

It's a spot that's close to hell

It's a burning boiling cauldron

Where people they must dwell

The sun won't shine in my backyard

It's hidden by the wall

The moon and stars just light the night

For the cat that claims the wall

In Bel fast there are fears of your neighbors

And strangers

In Bel fast there are songs to be sung

In Bel fast there are fears of war and of peace

Tell me why tell me what can be done

The burning church the burnt out bars

The crying child the mother's sigh

The butchered fathers the murdered sons

The burnt out homes those shameful laws

Twas the policies of the government of England

Over centuries

To keep Ireland divided by religions of God

For if ever the Catholics and Protestants united

They'd surely loose Ireland the jewel in the crown

The streets are dark and empty

No friendly face abounds

The soldiers with their blackened face

Go prowling through the grounds

The spiral reaches breaking point

The bard has played his tune

The night owl hides it's eary face

With the fading of the noon

In Bel fast there are fears

Of your neighbors and strangers

In Bel fast there are songs to be sung

In Bel fast there are fears of war and of peace

Tell me why tell me what can be done

The burning church the burnt out bars

The crying child on her way to school

The butchered fathers the murdered sons

The burnt out homes those shameful laws

Twas the policies of the government of England

Over centuries

To keep Ireland divided by religions of God

For if ever the Catholics and Protestants united

They'd surely loose Ireland the jewel in the crown