Ballad of Belfast (Traditional Irish Ballad about the beautiful city of ...

Experience the Soul of Belfast – A Ballad of Pride, Pain, and Resilience

Belfast is not just a city – it is a feeling. A heartbeat. A memory of generations who worked, struggled, laughed, fought, and kept going through some of the greatest challenges any European people have ever endured. This new ballad celebrates more than buildings or tourist landmarks – it honours the spirit of the people who shaped Belfast into what it is today.

From the shipyards where the Titanic was built, to the proud working-class streets of the Shankill and the Falls, Belfast has always produced voices that refuse to bend. The cranes of Harland & Wolff still stand like mighty sentinels over the Lagan, reminding us that this city once powered the seas of the world. Cave Hill watches from above, just as it did during the Victorian era, and long before that when ancient Irish clans and warriors roamed beneath it.

This ballad captures that mixture of history and heart. Yes, Belfast has known hardship. Yes, it has seen division, pain, and loss. But it has also shown resilience unmatched by any place on earth. Its people are quick with humour, fierce in loyalty, and unshakeable in pride. Every brick carries a story. Every street has a song.

This is not a city that stays silent – it sings.

So let this ballad be a tribute to all who call Belfast home, and to those who carry Belfast in their heart no matter where they roam across the world. The soul of Belfast is timeless. It lives in the voices of its people — past and present — and it echoes in every melody that rises from this proud northern shore.

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LYRICS

Oh, Belfast town by the northern sea, Where stories whisper in the breeze, Through cobbled streets and shipyard gates, Echoes of time and history wait. (Verse 2) The bells ring out on Shankill Road, While markets hum where stories flowed, A city built on toil and dreams, Through troubled years and hopeful schemes. (Chorus) Oh, Belfast, land so bold, Through rain and fire, your heart still holds, The Lagan flows, the harbors shine, Your spirit strong, your soul divine. (Verse 3) The workers sang as cranes stood tall, Titanic born to rise and fall, Yet through the storm and darkest fight, Your people stand, your streets shine bright. (Verse 4) From Cave Hill’s view to Ormeau’s light, A city bathed in morning’s sight, From music halls to lovers’ lane, Belfast, my home, in sun and rain. (Chorus – Repeat) Oh, Belfast, land so bold, Through rain and fire, your heart still holds, The Lagan flows, the harbors shine, Your spirit strong, your soul divine. (Outro) So raise a glass to Belfast town, Where sorrow fades but love stays round, For in your heart, we all belong, Oh, Belfast town, forever strong.
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