It was in the year of '76 in the summer of that year The Boundary Bar was guarded by a single Volunteer His name
was Gerry Gilmore and he stood his watch that night To guard the lives of workers from the butchers of the Right.
He
was a lad of nineteen years but England's power he fought A Socialist Republic was the goal for which he sought He loved
the people of his land and the workers of Belfast town But the murderers feared this brave young man and so they gunned
him down.
The Boundary Bar in North Belfast was a dangerous place to be The UVF they ringed it round bent
on a murder spree The people gathered there to drink, the news to tell or hear Content they were well guarded by that
Sticky Volunteer.
The Boundary Bar near Bawnmore the murderes said must go "Twas owned by a Catholic family
as all of them did know Many times they planned to blow it up or burn it to the ground But they dared not try to do
it 'til they shot young Gerry down.
The thugs crept up on Gerry for they meant to shoot him dead He heard
a sound, he turned around as the bullet struck his head He'd not time to raise his weapon for alas it was too late And
by a cowardly murder Gerry Gilmore met his fate.
Young Gerry was not a militarist, but to fight he did not fear To
work for Revolution he'd becom a Volunteer To guard the people of Belfast, this was his chosen task He gave his life,
'twas all he had, for more we could not ask.
His funeral marched to Milltown as manys the one before In silent
grief the people came from out of every door There's some who'll say that Gerry's gone for in the grave he lies But
so long as we strive for liberty Gerry Gilmore will never die.
