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Come my little Belfast son, let us kneel and pray. And we'll pray for a better nation that the one we have today. To see no more of the petrol bomb, the gunman's hand grenade. To tear down the mesh that surrounds Long Kesh, And the H Blocks in the Maze. Oh Jesus bring peace to our strife torn land, Make the bomber and gunman go away, Let us walk the streets with carefree feet, Any hour of the night or day. We've lived for years in harmony beside our Proddy friends, But now they will not talk to us, they say 'twould be their end. We've got three cousins locked up in the Maze, They know not what they've done. Will our country stay this awful way for you my little son? We've had our share of sorrow and grief, and pain since 69, Oh to walk in peace on the Shankill Arfalls. Oh lord it would be fine. We would dearly love to go back to the time, When our little boy's gun was a toy. When Papist and Prod could share one God, The God of peace and joy. Oh Jesus bring peace to our strife torn land, Make the bomber and gunman go away, Let us walk the streets with carefree feet, Any hour of the night or day.

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