Said Peter Robinson one day, "Maggie'll never have her way,
We'll close the North without one threat being made,"
Oh, but it's hard to have your say, when a tractor blocks the way,
At the Ballymena Bible Belt Blockade.

Oh, for Ulster has said "no,"
The pact will have to go, we'll show us that us Prods are not afraid,
So we will close down every shop and the work will have to stop,
At the Ballymena Bible Belt Blockade.

On that frosty Monday morning, did not heed the factory horn,
No wonder Peter Barry looked dismayed,
Oh, for the local RUC were all sitting drinking tea,
At the Ballymena Bible Belt Blockade.

Now, the farmer to a man swore they'd all support the plan,
Their tractors and their trailers they displayed,
Oh, but they broke their solemn vows and went home to milk the cows,
At the Ballymena Bible Belt Blockade.

Now, the gauntlet you must run, while those bully boys look on,
And I don't think they are from the Boys Brigade,
With their cudgels and their masks, kind persuasion was their task,
At the Ballymena Bible Belt Blockade.

Well, when you've burnt down Belfast town, Maggie'll close the factories down,
The heroes in the shipyard won't get paid,
So when you cards comes run the dole, you can ram them up your hole,
At the Ballymena Bible Belt Blockade,
At the Ballymena Bible Belt Blockade.