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 rifle and grenade,
When he met the First Battalion,
Of the Belfast Brigade.

Glory, glory to old Ireland,
Glory, glory to this island,
Glory to the memory of the men
Who fought and died,
"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 [bad word] join the First Battalion
Of the Belfast Brigade.