The black and tans from London 
Came to shoot the people down 
They thought the IRA was dead 
In dear old Belfast town 
Those [bad word] English soldiers 
They were seriously dismayed 
"no Surrender" was the war cry of the Belfast brigade 

Glory, glory to old Ireland, 
Glory, glory to this island, 
Glory to the memory of the men 
Who found their grave, 
"No surrender" is the war cry of 
The Belfast Brigade. 

The soldiers came from Holywood, 
Equipped with English guns, 
There were men by the thousand, 
Ammunition by the ton, 
But when they got to Belfast, 
They were seriously delayed, 

By the fighting First Battalion 
Of the Belfast Brigade. 

We have no ammunition, 
Or no armoured tanks to show, 
But we're ready to defend ourselves, 
No matter where we go, 
We're out for our Republic, 
And to [bad word] with your Free State, 
"No surrender" is the war cry 
Of the Belfast Brigade. 
 [bad word] all you gallant Irishmen, 
And join the IRA 
We'll strike a blow for freedom, 
When [bad word] a certain day, 
You know your country's history, 
And the sacrifice it made,  [bad word] join the First Battalion 
Of the Belfast Brigade.