Two hundred years ago

When Rebels on old Derry's Walls

Their faces dare not show

When James and all his rebel band

Came up to Bishops Gate

With heart and hand and sword and shield

We caused them to retreat.





Chorus.



Then fight and don't surrender



But come when duty calls,



With heart and hand and sword and shield



We'll guard old Derry's Walls.



The blood it did flow in crimson streams

Through many a winter's night

They knew the Lord was on their side

To help them in the fight

They only stood upon the walls

Determined for to fight,

To fight and gain the victory

And hoist the Crimson high;





Chorus.





At last, at last with one broadside

Kind heavens sent their aid

The boom that crossed Foyle was broke

And James he was dismayed

The Banner, boys that floated

Was run aloft with joy

God bless the hands that broke the boom

And saved the apprentice Boys





						     



						     Thanks to Alan