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Long March To Derry, The

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It was on the first day of the year in 1969 We gathered at the City Hall, the weather being fine. With McCann in front to lead us, Michael Farrell in the van Off on the long march to Derry. Hurrah, hurrah, we proudly marched along, Hurrah, hurrah, we sang our marching song: The battle cry of liberty went ringing loud and clear All on the long march to Derry. As we marched to Antrim Town, the bridge we found was blocked There stood a certain major with a feather in his cap; "No Fenian foot shall e'er pollute this sacred ground we hold We'll soon stop your long march to Derry". Now Toomebridge Town was good, we found; the people stood and cheered And everyone supported us whenever we appeared. We crossed the bridge where McCorley died with our banners flyin' high Off on the long march to Derry. They ambushed us at Irish Street and at Burntollett, too, And the air was thick with stones and bricks, and the missiles fairly flew. But we got up and struggled on, though battered black and blue, To finish the long march to Derry. Well, now the march is over, we can lay our banners down For the world has seen what Ulster's like while loyal to the Crown. And generations yet unborn will live to toast the boys Who went on the long march to Derry. This page has been viewed 1362 times This material might be copyrighted.

It was on the first day of the year in 1969
We gathered at the City Hall, the weather being fine.
With McCann in front to lead us, Michael Farrell in the van
Off on the long march to Derry.

Hurrah, hurrah, we proudly marched along,
Hurrah, hurrah, we sang our marching song:
The battle cry of liberty went ringing loud and clear
All on the long march to Derry.

As we marched to Antrim Town, the bridge we found was blocked
There stood a certain major with a feather in his cap;
"No Fenian foot shall e'er pollute this sacred ground we hold
We'll soon stop your long march to Derry".

Now Toomebridge Town was good, we found; the people stood and cheered
And everyone supported us whenever we appeared.
We crossed the bridge where McCorley died with our banners flyin' high
Off on the long march to Derry.

They ambushed us at Irish Street and at Burntollett, too,
And the air was thick with stones and bricks, and the missiles fairly flew.
But we got up and struggled on, though battered black and blue,
To finish the long march to Derry.

Well, now the march is over, we can lay our banners down
For the world has seen what Ulster's like while loyal to the Crown.
And generations yet unborn will live to toast the boys
Who went on the long march to Derry.

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