The Arms of Belfast Town - Ricky Warwick

What about ya Danny boy

God knows it’s been a while

You told the truth and shamed the devil

And ran away in style

For Ulster it was angry

The sea was full of guilt

All the faith in which we stood

Was the blood our father spilt

So it’s farewell to New York City

To all our sorrows drowned

Tomorrow we’ll be sitting pretty

Our divided destinies bound

In the arms of Belfast Town

In those days I fear for living

You made no long goodbyes

From the terror, threats and dread

Deception, fraud and lies

When we died by the soldier

Now we’ll die by the vote

While fates right hand has got a grip

Around all of our throats

So it’s farewell to New York City

To all our sorrows drowned

Tomorrow we’ll be sitting pretty

Our divided destinies bound

In the arms of Belfast Town

Well the Lagan it still flows

From Slieve Croob to Belfast Lough

While the murals still recall

A land that time forgot

So if your baby leaves you lonely

And your heart begins to pine

For those rainy summer nights

Drunk on Buckfast Tonic Wine

So it’s farewell to New York City

To all our sorrows drowned

Tomorrow we’ll be sitting pretty

Our divided destinies bound

So it’s farewell to New York City

To all our sorrows drowned

Tomorrow we’ll be sitting pretty

Our divided destinies bound

In the arms of Belfast Town

In the arms of Belfast Town

In the arms of Belfast Town

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