| What about ya Danny boy
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| God knows it’s been a while
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| You told the truth and shamed the devil
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| And ran away in style
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| For Ulster it was angry
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| The sea was full of guilt
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| All the faith in which we stood
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| Was the blood our father spilt
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| So it’s farewell to New York City
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| To all our sorrows drowned
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| Tomorrow we’ll be sitting pretty
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| Our divided destinies bound
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| In the arms of Belfast Town
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| In those days I fear for living
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| You made no long goodbyes
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| From the terror, threats and dread
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| Deception, fraud and lies
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| When we died by the soldier
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| Now we’ll die by the vote
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| While fates right hand has got a grip
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| Around all of our throats
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| So it’s farewell to New York City
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| To all our sorrows drowned
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| Tomorrow we’ll be sitting pretty
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| Our divided destinies bound
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| In the arms of Belfast Town
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| Well the Lagan it still flows
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| From Slieve Croob to Belfast Lough
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| While the murals still recall
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| A land that time forgot
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| So if your baby leaves you lonely
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| And your heart begins to pine
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| For those rainy summer nights
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| Drunk on Buckfast Tonic Wine
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| So it’s farewell to New York City
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| To all our sorrows drowned
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| Tomorrow we’ll be sitting pretty
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| Our divided destinies bound
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| So it’s farewell to New York City
|
| To all our sorrows drowned
|
| Tomorrow we’ll be sitting pretty
|
| Our divided destinies bound
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| In the arms of Belfast Town
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| In the arms of Belfast Town
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| In the arms of Belfast Town
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| Belfast |