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 .