DEMOCRACY

by

SEAMUS  ROBINSON   © 1970

 

Come all you brave working men who labour and toil ;           

Come join the age-old fight again to free  our native soil .

The “Starry  Plough” is flying high – a sight so grand to see –

As working men go marching by to win democracy .

 

( CHORUS )

      Democracy !  Democracy ! We’ll make the tyrant flee –

      Democracy !  Democracy ! The people shall be free .

 

 

We marched in Derry – Belfast too – we marched  for Freedom’s day ;

And tho’ sometimes our ranks were few, we always held the way .

‘Twas at Burntollet Bridge we bled, yet never turned to flee –

As bloodied but unbowed we stayed to win democracy .

 

 

Wherever there’s a wrong to right, ‘tis there that we’ll be found ;

Whenever there’s a fight to fight, we’ll always rally ‘round .

We’ll ever strive ‘gainst cruel laws to end the tyranny –

We’ll ever stand for Freedom’s cause to win democracy .

 

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