Derry's Streets

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The sun did dawn so grey and cold on Derry's empty streets

The buildings echoed one by one to the sound of marching feet,

But not one soul did speak that day not woman, man nor wean ,

Yet thirteen men will never walk on Derry's streets again.

The people gathered suddenly to march to Gilmour Square

They came in peace to state their case among their own kind there,

But butchers waited there for them with bullet, blood and pain,

And thirteen men will never walk on Derry's streets again.

The tramp of feet across the street was broken by the sound

Of armoured cars and rifle shots, and death was all around.

Some ran to tend the fallen men but by cowards they were slain

And thirteen men will never walk on Derry's streets again.

Let England hang her head in shame now all the world can see,

The day there was a massacre they called a victory,

Let Ireland stand united now and speak our message plain,

That honest men may dare to walk on Derry's streets again.