Track 2781/7Derry Cannon

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Once a mock for a cannonball No harm now could they befall An oak grove old a man would call Upon these walls, within these walls From bishops Butcher and Farrow Key To Shipkey and the other three These open gates are not under siege Not now nor evermore A war of many kingdoms Wouldn't bring her to her knees This still-rung standing maiden With her cannon set to oversee The last walled city standing Turning gallantly westernly The west bank or the bogside Be a friend of foe or once an enemy Take off on foot upon these streets On cobbled roads so very steep The foiled valley so far beneath The river born from fin and morn From Butcher Street to Magazine Passing columns in Augustine A wall that claims that we are free For now and evermore A war of many kingdoms Wouldn't bring her to her knees This still-rung standing maiden With her cannon set to oversee The last walled city standing Turning gallantly westernly The west bank or the bogside Be a friend of foe or once an enemy