One evening fair I did repair to view sweet Belfast town

A maid I did meet beyond compare, comely, dark and tall

A raven-haired beauty, I said come tell me truly

What makes you frown and tears down your cheeks to fall?

I’m a worker in social care, kind sir, I labour all the day

I clean the old and spoon the food to spare their dignity

A haven for their memories, respite for their families

A prayer to lift their mood I’ll say to show affinity

But at night when my toil is over and wearily I fall 

I find my windows broken by a cowardly hand

No Blacks Here Locals Only scrawled on the wall

My babies crying in their beds they don’t understand

All our neighbours are sallow and grey, we wreak destruction to keep it that way

So we attack workers’ families break up their homes

With balaclavas at night we fire half bricks and stones

Now we don’t work ourselves cause the drug trade’s alright

Still we own these streets intimidation is our way

We know it’s not right but we’ll fight anyday

Until the people turn on us then we’ll run away

And then No Blacks Here Locals Only won’t be the writing on the wall

And No Blacks Here Locals Only won’t be the writing on the wall

Locals Only won’t be the writing on the wall

I must serve their sick and aged with love and devotion

‘Cause for their old The Locals Only have no family emotion

So I bear the hate and hostility, grudge of their toxic masculinity

But still I do my duty ‘cause that reminds us of humanity deprived us

And the balaclava mindless may see a day this shameful cruelty

Overtaken by our human kindness and ingenuity

So when their turn is come and they’re painful and alone

Maybe they’ll say our love and laughter their hatred did atone 

And they won’t be mistaken cause the doctor will be my baby daughter

The doctor’ll be my daughter and Locals Only won’t be the writing on the wall

And then No Blacks Here Locals Only won’t be the writing on the wall

All our neighbours are sallow and grey, we wreak destruction to keep it that way

So we attack workers’ families and break up their homes

With balaclavas at night we fire half bricks and stones

Now we don’t work ourselves cause the drug trade’s alright

Still we own these streets intimidation is our way

We know it’s not right but we’ll fight anyday

Until the people turn on us then we’ll run away

And then No Blacks Here Locals Only won’t be the writing on the wall

And No Blacks Here Locals Only won’t be the writing on the wall

Locals Only won’t be the writing on the wall