No Surrender

Behold the crimson banner float
O'er yonder turrets hoary ;
Proclaiming days of mighty note
And deeds of deathless glory ;
When Derry's sons undaunted stood,
Embattled to defend her,
Indignant stemmed Oppression's flood,
And sung out, " No Surrender ! "

Old Berry's walls were firm and strong,
Well fenced in every quarter,
Each frowning bastion grim along,
With culverin and mortar ;
But Derry had a surer guard
Than all that art could lend her,
Her 'Prentice hearts the gate who barred,
And sung out, " No Surrender ! "

On came the foe in bigot ire,
And fierce the assault was given ;
By shot and shell, 'mid streams of fire,
Her fated roofs were riven :
But baffled was the Tyrant's wrath,
And vain his hopes to bend her,
For still 'mid famine, fire, and death,
She sung out, " No Surrender ! "

Again, when Treason maddened round,
And rebel hordes were swarming,
Were Derry's sons the foremost found,
For King and Country arming :
Then forth they rushed at honour's call,
From age to boyhood tender,
Again to man their Virgin Wall,
And sing out, "No Surrender!"

Long may that crimson banner wave,
A meteor streaming airy,
Portentous of the free and brave
Who guard the walls of Deny :
While Derry's sons alike defy
Pope, Traitor, or Pretender ;
And peal to heaven their 'Prentice cry,
Their patriot — "No Surrender ! "