Lyrics:
Belfast
It's just a northern industrial town
Merry Christmas, war is over
In a northern industrial town
[Chorus]
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is courtin' one, two, three.
Please won't you tell me, who is she?
Albert
Bar Italia in Belfast
Voll mit alten Boxerfans
Schwarz-weiß Videos
Titelkämpfe, Blut und Schweiß
Die großen Champs von früher
Deren Namen
Bar Italia in Belfast
Voll mit alten Boxerfans
Schwarz-weiß Videos
Titelkämpfe, Blut und Schweiß
Die großen Champs von früher
Deren Namen
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast City
She is a-courting one, two, three
Please, won't you tell me who is she?
Let
In Belfast, Ireland a little lady dropped her shovel in her garden
As she raced across her yard to ask her neighbor Mrs. Clancy
"what was that?"
is handsome, she is prety
She's the belle of belfast city
She is a courting. One. Two. Three
Please won't you tell me who is she?
Now Albert
on the Belfast be
But when she sailed she sailed without me
In Needle Pete's got my last tattoo
In bleeding letters of red and blue
For Mary
For the sake
go home.
She is handsome, she is pretty,
She's the belle of Belfast City,
She is a courting. One. Two. Three
Please won't you tell me who is she?
A change 'll come
No matter what they say
We might shed a tear along the way
When we're rememberin'
Gun trucks in the Belfast streets
And the war they
I went North to see the Stiff Little Fingers play
The kids in the Belfast were tearing it up
Jake is the punkest dude I do declare
He got
I went north to see the
Stiff little fingers play
The kids in the Belfast were tearing it up
Jake is the punkest dude I do declare
He got
Miami, New Orleans, London, Belfast, and Berlin
And if you listen I can't call
And if you jump, you just might fall
And if you shout I'll only
only Belfast caught the sun
If only we had one more hour
There's nothin' for us in Belfast
The Pound's old, and that's a pity
OK, so there's the Trident in Bangor
And then you walk back to the city
We
There's nothin' for us in Belfast
The Pound's old, and that's a pity
OK, so there's the Trident in Bangor
And then you walk back to the city
We
for all, and all beside St. Mary's falls
With the woman of the green glade in the hinterland
He was born into the gentry not so far from Belfast town
the U. S .A
And they say it in Mexico, London and Jericho
Berlin and Birmingham, Belfast and Tokyo
Amsterdam, Vietnam, Iran, Afghanistan
Disneyland,
past
And flew safe home back to Belfast
And they didn't even see his face
See him stagger, watch him fall
They didn't even see his eyes
They never
past
And flew safe home back to Belfast
And they didn't even see his face
See him stagger, watch him fall
They didn't even see his eyes
They never
of Belfast
In the dark of early morn
British soldiers came marauding
Wrecking little homes with scorn
Heedless of the crying children
Cragging fathers from
and tail are all her own
But her brains are foreign led
Her face is o'er in Donegal
Her brains are in Belfast
Her arms outstretched in Galway
For her
Some from the Derry Bogside
And Omagh town so near
And some of them from Belfast
From the market and the Bone
From the narrow streets of Ardoyne
And all
Who wore his hair the Beatles way
Was a Belfast boy that Man United play
Mother’s Pride on the table, Batman on TV
A Man in a Suitcase, and Daktari
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