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Song lyrics
United we stand
In the counties
of Antrim, Fermanagh and Down
Where a proud
people pledge their support for the crown
From Armagh,
Londonderry and County Tyrone
The people of
Ulster fight terror alone
And through
many a battle in centuries past
From the Boyne
and the Somme to the streets of Belfast
The people stood
firm, No Surrender their cry
And all over
Ulster the red hand would fly
Then after Good Friday
they cried ‘peace at last’
No more of the
violence that haunted our past
An end to the
hate between ‘fenians’ and ‘huns’
A political
process to silence the guns
But the Loyalist
people refused to endorse
This cowardly
sop to republican force
For out on the
streets, midst the blood and the smoke
An evil conspired
to remove British folk
Chorus
When will the
people of Ulster be free?
When will the
bells ring to sound liberty?
When will we
rise up and answer the call?
For united we
stand and divided we fall
Glenbryn, Cluan Place
and the Fountain Estate
Once safe British
places, now targets of hate
And all over
Ulster, despite what we hear
Loyal citizens
live in a climate of fear
And a hostile
media spread lie after lie
Whilst the traitors
in Parliament turn a blind eye
They say end
of Empire and time to unite
But the Loyalists
of Ulster won’t give up the fight
So what will be become
of the streets we once knew
No murals of Ulster, no red white and blue
No Loyal companions, no family and friends
Just an uncertain future as Britishness ends
But we’ll all stand together and raise the red hand
And drive out the evil that threatens our land
The flute bands will play and our freedom will reign
And this land will be free of a its suffering and pain
The Price
The price we’ve
paid to gain some peace, to make the bombs and killings cease
The price we’ve
paid with blood and tears, defending
Ulster all these years
The price that means
we’ve had to bear an IRA man for Lord Mayor
The price that let our enemy install their foreign flag on City Hall
The price for entering
into talks is banned parades and Orange walks
The price that
strengthened Sinn Fein’s hand that
made the RUC disband
The price may prove
to be too high, the peace process could be another lie
The price that
we could sadly pay could see the end of our UK
Annie Blair
There’s
a bench in Cluan Place for everyone to share
Dedicated to
a lady, her name is Annie Blair
A lady of great
courage, respected and admired
By family, friends
and neighbours and the people she inspired
Republicans had orders,
from Martin, Gerry and Danny
But their petrol
bombs and missiles couldn’t shift ‘old Annie’
The bullets
and the firebombs came in from Short Strand
The reign of
terror started, so the locals made a stand
Chorus
But the Loyalists
of east Belfast will fight for all their worth
Proud of dear
old Ulster and of their British birth
And so we raise
our glasses to a brave and loyal granny
And remember
how the Provos couldn’t shift ‘old Annie’
Five civilians shot
and the homeless in despair
But what of
Annie’s namesake, the traitor Tony Blair
He was sitting
safely at home in Downing Street
Whilst the homes
of British citizens lay burning at their feet
And when the fires
had ended and the embers lay there dying
The union flag
and red hand were still proudly flying
The community
resisted, the rebels skulked away
And Cluan Pace
remains still British to this today
Siege of the
Fountain
Come listen and heed these words, a song I shall relate
A story of resistance to Republican violence and hate
Their leaders, they talk of peace but it’s terror they orchestrate
And they care
not for the rights of those they violate
Chorus
Songs are sung
of Derry’s walls and
the famous Bishop’s Gate
What of the
siege that never ends, the siege of the Fountain Estate?
As darkness on the
Fountain falls, the residents ponder and wait
For attacks
upon their homes that Sinn Fein instigate
F amilies flee
the petrol bombs whilst politicians debate
All the police
can do is watch a community left to its fate
Chorus
But the folk of Fountain’s
streets have
a spirit bombs can’t deflate
No Surrender
is their cry, their birthright’s not up for debate
Let no one doubt
their resolve for they will not hesitate
So to these
loyal British folk this song we dedicate
Ulster's shore
O’er waters
deep, my heart will soar
Onward west,
to Ulster’s shore
And when I touch
that sweet green land
With loyal comrades,
I will stand
‘cross heathered
hill and misty glen
To meet my fellow
countrymen
And when I reach
old Ulster’s shore
My heart will
stay forever more
From England’s
green and pleasant land
With loyal Ulster
I will stand
O’er hill
and dale, ‘cross lake and sea
On Ulster’s
shore, I long to be
Through valley deep,
o’er mountain high
My spirit soars
through cloudless sky
Land of my fathers,
from Wales I roam
To Ulster’s
shore, my home from home
O’er waters deep,
my heart will soar
Onward west, to Ulster’s shore
A nd when I touch that sweet green land
With loyal comrades, I will stand
16 years
Just a boy of
16 years,
He brought us
joy, he brought us tears
16 years that
went so fast
But the memories
will last
These prosperous times,
these happy days
These lives
to live, these changing ways
New generation,
Ulster youth
But soon we’d
see the painful truth
Chorus
16 years that made the boy
16 years his
parents’ joy
16 years they
stole away
1 6 years lost
in a day
And so it was that
autumn time
Young protestant, his only crime
The fenian gang
behind the wheel
They cared not
for the pain he’d feel
And the boy fell to
the gound
Lying still,
he made no sound
All alone without
a friend
16 years came
to an end
And the blood it drained
away
Onto the cold
street where he lay
And the tears
came falling down
Onto this blood
stained part of town
Chorus
They said the murderer
would pay
They said they’d
put McKeown away
But years have
gone and now she’s free
There was no
justice we could see
The politicians looked
away
T hey care not
who those people slay
If you’re
a prod, you’re life is cheap
And all our
leaders do is sleep
But Tom McDonald will
not die
We will keep on asking why
We’ll keep his memory alive
And for his sake this land will thrive
Whitewell Road
The Whitewell
Defenders and the BUA
Organised a walk and a kids fun-day
But our rights were denied and the peelers blocked our way
So we headed for the Whitewell Road
The peelers stood
there waiting with their riot shields and vans
They tried intimidation
to make us change our plans
~ But we weren't
prepared to back down and comply with any bans
So we walked
towards the Whitewell Road
Chorus
They said no
access to the kids in fancy dress
They said no
way through to the likes of me and you
They said no
advance but we had to take our chance
And we walked
up the Whitewell Road
Gathered at the blockade
we knew just what to do
Forced to make a stand, our determination grew
The Defenders kept on playing and the PIN group urged us through
We were walking
up the Whitewell Road
Chorus
United all together
for the kids from east Belfast
For Whitewell, Londonderry and the victims of the past
The sound of Loyal feet echoed through this troubled street
Together we walked the Whitewell Road
Dark day in November
On the 21st of November,
1974
Irish Republican
terror came to Birmingham’s door
Two busy pubs
in town w ere where their bombs were aimed
Twenty-one people
murdered, survivors shocked and maimed
Thirty years have
passed but we will always remember
The sorrow felt
in Birmingham on that dark day in November
The left-wing and
the liberals made excuses for the bombs
They marched
for the Birmingham six but not the dead twenty-one
And Sinn Fein
and their ballot boxes screamed for civil rights
Whilst killing British citizens with bombs and armalites
Thirty years have
passed but we will always remember
The sorrow felt
in Birmingham on that dark day in November
And now we have a
process that promises us peace
No RUC, no UDR, just Provos on release
But if history taught us anything, it’s always to remember
So we mark the
anniversay of a dark day one November
Thirty years have
passed but we will always remember
The sorrow felt
in Birmingham on that dark day in November
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