University of Glamorgan
Gaelic Football Club

In the little streets of Belfast,
In the dark of early morn,
British soldiers came a-running,
Wrecking little homes with scorn.
Hear the sobs of crying children,
Dragging fathers from their beds;
Watch the scenes as helpless mothers
Watch the blood fall from their heads.

Not for them a judge or jury,
Nor for them a crime at all,
Being Irish means they're guilty,
So they're guilty one and all.
Around the world the truth will echo:
Cromwell's men are here again!
England's name again is sullied
In the eyes of honest men.

3Proudly march behind our banner;
Proudly march behind our men!
We will have them free to help us
Build a nation once again!
Come the people, step together,
Proudly, firmly on your way;
Never fear and never falter,
Till the boys come home to stay!