| I was born in Carrickfergus in the sweet County Antrim
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| And many’s the pleasant childhood hour I spent
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| Never dreaming that the future would drive me from my homeland
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| I was happy with each moment that God sent
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| The broad oak trees in winter their branches bend and sway
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| The flowers in the meadow on a long bright summer’s day
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| Walking hand in hand with my sister by the strand
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| A boat trip from Fisherman’s quay
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| O the days we went out sailing on the sea
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| I used to watch the older children laughing at the school across our street
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| I could scarcely wait to join in with their play
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| But I soon found out that my religion marked me down as different
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| And our poor school was two long miles away
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| All through my teenage years I learned to live in fear
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| They beat us and they threatened us, we do not want you here
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| And my childhood friends and their families
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| They were forced to leave the town
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| And I sometimes heard the gunshots that gunned my neighbours down
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| Yes I sometimes heard my neighbours gunned down
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| A friend was blown up and killed standing at his own front door
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| I wept at so many funerals I scarce could weep no more
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| And my father’s shop it was boycotted though he treated everyone the same
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| And I hope that those who deserted him later felt the shame
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| May those who wrecked his business walk in shame
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| Carrick was not like Belfast we had no sanctuary to call our own
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| We had nowhere like the Falls or the Ardoyne
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| On our streets we watched in horror the UVF parading
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| The Oppressor in his mask and uniform
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| Late one night a car pulled up and a gunman climbed out
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| He fired his gun at our window and we heard his obscene shouts
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| And the police when they arrived they were hearty hale and bluff
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| And I heard the voice of reason crying out enough
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| Yes I heard the voice of reason cry enough
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| I was born in Carrickfergus in the sweet County Antrim
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| I’ve been gone ten years without too much regret
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| For the first time in my life I feel confident and trusting
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| But the lessons learned I never will forget
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| I support the Native People who live throughout this land
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| For very well I know the weight of the Oppressor’s hand
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| And I teach my children likewise as they flourish and they grow
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| And I’m happy living where the Brisbane River freely flows |