It's the dole for our gang at the shipyards, my love
No more to the seas we’ll go down
And the smiles that we trade are at best ready-made
And there’s talk of the far Australia towns
But right here on the wide streets of Belfast
Every song says to me you belong
I’ll not go where I’ll just be a Paddy
Fighting wars with a pint and a song

So pass me down no parting glass
For I have good reason to stay
I’ll raise you a glass for ould Belfast town
Sure I love her more each day

I’d miss the Lagan, just like a friend
And the songs that can scatter the gloom
Where the barbed wire may rust and the ruins gather dust
And the childhood is ended too soon
Here I’ve loved and I’ve lost and I stumbled
To my manhood in our battered town
From the cold iron slips of the Haarland
To the arms of my own Annie Brown

I will not leave what once love was mine
Nor run from the echoes of fear
For the love that we have still surrounds me
When the children of Belfast I hear
There’s still hope and there’s life and there’s reason
‘Til the last lone believer is gone
I’ll not go where I’ll just be a Paddy
Fighting wars with a pint and a song.

Belfast Town     by Pete St. John, Saint Music