Walls of Derry

In tragic lines

They bury

The Du Pont boys

So hard and heavy

Chemicals still rusting

In their veins

That last one thousand years

In the quayside

In a bar

Close to where those mortar bombs

Blew up a bank

We sit in glumness

And we toast

To Caledonia and its hallions

Hallions!

Ah those sweet Derry girls

Mothers, sisters

They're the flames across our backs

Our backs

Whiskey, wine and black beer

Our knees buckle

As we carry the bones of

Our fathers

In tragic lines

They bury

The Du Pont boys

So hard and heavy

Chemicals still rusting

In their veins

That last one thousand years

Angels that collect our faith

And mend out blown out tyres

Sit calmly under Shipquay Gate

And map our swirling starts

Ah those sweet Derry girls

Mothers, sisters

They're the flames across our backs

Our backs

Whiskey, wine and black beer

Our knees buckle

As we carry the bones of

Our fathers

And these walls, stone and steel

Form the sentences we build

And these wounds, left unhealed

Form our sentence meant to serve

Hunger's heart held in verse

As the skylark sings its tune

And these walls, stone and steel

Form the sentences we build

And these wounds, left unhealed

Form our sentence meant to serve

Hunger's heart held in verse

As the skylark sings its tune

And these walls, stone and steel

Form the sentences we build

Hunger's heart held in verse

As the skylark sings its tune

And these walls, heaven's hold

Form our sentences, pure gold

Form our sentences, pure gold