I lived my life in Belfast town, and oft times I've asked why
That evil men and orders were allowed to bleed us dry.
I was born in a dirty tenement in a district falling down
And I tell you, John, it won't be long till I leave Belfast town.
Belfast's a northern city where decent men are few,
Where drums and flags have hid the eyes of working men, it's true.
Where democracy means hypocracy, and corruption does abound,
Oh, I tell you John, it won't be long till I leave Belfast town.
Oh, now tell me John, you've been and gone all round this world to see,
And have you found a country where a poor man might be free?
Where there are no greedy landlords, or forces of the crown,
Oh, tell me John, and I'll be gone far from old Belfast town.
They have the minds with poison, and I fear it is too late,
To wash these walls for ever of the words that speak of hate.
All freedom has been banished and honest men put down,
And I tell you John, it won't be long till I leave Belfast town.
There's barricades and burning now, and soldiers walk the street,
There's C.S. gas from England that the hungry kids can eat.
Our town's an old sand castle, and the waves begin to pound,
And I tell you John, it won't be long till I leave Belfast town.
That evil men and orders were allowed to bleed us dry.
I was born in a dirty tenement in a district falling down
And I tell you, John, it won't be long till I leave Belfast town.
Belfast's a northern city where decent men are few,
Where drums and flags have hid the eyes of working men, it's true.
Where democracy means hypocracy, and corruption does abound,
Oh, I tell you John, it won't be long till I leave Belfast town.
Oh, now tell me John, you've been and gone all round this world to see,
And have you found a country where a poor man might be free?
Where there are no greedy landlords, or forces of the crown,
Oh, tell me John, and I'll be gone far from old Belfast town.
They have the minds with poison, and I fear it is too late,
To wash these walls for ever of the words that speak of hate.
All freedom has been banished and honest men put down,
And I tell you John, it won't be long till I leave Belfast town.
There's barricades and burning now, and soldiers walk the street,
There's C.S. gas from England that the hungry kids can eat.
Our town's an old sand castle, and the waves begin to pound,
And I tell you John, it won't be long till I leave Belfast town.
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