Belfast Brigade

Craigavon sent the Specials out,
To shoot the people down,
He thought the IRA were dead,
In dear old Belfast town,
But he got [bad word] awakening,
With his rifle and grenade,
When he met the first Battalion,
Of the Belfast Brigade.
 [bad word] 
Glory, glory to old Ireland,
Glory, glory to the sireland,
Glory to the memory of the men
Who fought and died,
"No surrender" is the war cry of
The Belfast Brigade.

The Specials came from Holywood,
Equipped with English guns,
There were men by the thousand,
Ammunition by the ton,
But when they got to Seaforde street,
They were seriously delayed,
By the fighting First Battalion
Of the Belfast Brigade.
 [bad word] 

We have no armoured cars,
Nor tenders for 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.