A cheer for old Fermanagh, a cheer for Antrim true,
Dungannon, Cookstown and Strabane and the boys of Lurgan too.
A cheer for the boys of Omagh where the River Strule flows down,
But the biggest cheer of all goes for the boys of Belfast town.

Good health to the boys of Toomebridge, beside the River Bann,
And the boys from nearby Maghera, who fought for the rights of man,
And a mention for Dungiven, where the boys did win renown,
But the biggest cheer of all goes for the boys of Belfast town.

Here's to gallant Cookstown, who gave us Bernadette,
The Cathedral City of Armagh, we never will forget,
And the frontier town of Newry in the good old County Down,
But the biggest cheer of all goes for the boys of Belfast town.

We know the boys of Derry are loyal, staunch and true,
We've seen the Battle of Bogside, we know what they can do,
We've seen the tear gas spreading and the petrol bombs rain down,
But the biggest cheer of all still goes to the boys of Belfast Town.

Here's to the boys of Belfast, we went through shot and flame,
The deeds they saw that August night, would fit your heart with shame,
But they faced up right manfully and never lost their ground,
So as years go by raise your glasses high for the boys of Belfast town.