Then fight and don’t surrender
But come when duty calls,
With heart and hand and sword and shield
We’ll guard old Derry’s walls.
When the Soul Cried Out for Meaning
Then fight and don’t surrender
But come when duty calls,
With heart and hand and sword and shield
We’ll guard old Derry’s walls.
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Them there are fighting words 😎
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