IN BELFAST 4/4 (Wolfe Tones)
(C)Cast your eyes on a (F)spot, dear Lord, it’s a (C)spot that’s close to (G)hell,
It’s a (C)burning, boiling (F)cauldron, where (C)people, they must (G)dwell.
The (C)sun won’t shine in (F)my backyard, it’s (C)hidden by the (G)wall
The (C)moon and stars just (F)light the night for the (C)cat that claims the (G)wall.
In Bel(C)fast, there are (F)fears of your (C)neighbours and (F)strangers
In Bel(C)fast, there are songs to be (G)sung
In Bel(F)fast, there are fears of (C)war and of (Am)peace
Tell me (Bb)why, tell me what can be (G)done?
The (F)burning church, the (C)burnt out bars,
The (Bb)crying child, the (F)mother’s sigh
The (Bb)butchered fathers, the (F)murdered sons,
The (Bb)burnt out homes, those (Am)shameful (C)laws.
T’was the (G)policies of the government of (F)England over (C)centuries
To keep (F)Ireland divided by (G)religions of God
For if (F)ever the Catholics and (C)Protestants un(Am)ited
They’d (Bb)surely loose Ireland, the (G)jewel in the crown.
The (C)streets are dark and (F)empty, no (C)friendly face (G)abounds
The (C)soldiers with their (F)blackened face go (C)prowling through the (G)grounds.
The (C)spiral reaches (F)breaking point, the (C)bard has played his (G)tune
The (C)night owl hides its (F)eary face with the (C)fading of the (G)noon.
In Bel(C)fast, there are (F)fears of your (C)neighbours and (F)strangers
In Bel(C)fast, there are songs to be (G)sung
In Bel(F)fast, there are fears of (C)war and of (Am)peace
Tell me (Bb)why, tell me what can be (G)done?
The (F)burning church, the (C)burnt out bars,
The (Bb)crying child, on her (F)way to school
The (Bb)butchered fathers, the (F)murdered sons,
The (Bb)burnt out homes, those (Am)shameful (C)laws.
T’was the (G)policies of the government of (F)England over (C)centuries
To keep (F)Ireland divided by (G)religions of God
For if (F)ever the Catholics and (C)Protestants un(Am)ited
They’d (Bb)surely loose Ireland, the (G)jewel in the crown.
