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Theres a bench in Cluan Place for everyone to share
Dedicated to a lady, her name is Annie Blair
A lady of great courage, respected and admired
By family, friends and neighbours and the people she inspired

Republicans had orders, from Martin, Gerry and Danny
But their petrol bombs and missiles couldnt shift old Annie
The bullets and the firebombs came in from Short Strand
The reign of terror started, so the locals made a stand

But the Loyalists of east Belfast will fight for all their worth
Proud of dear old Ulster and of their British birth
And so we raise our glasses to a brave and loyal granny
And remember how the Provos couldnt shift old Annie

Five civilians shot and the homeless in despair
But what of Annies namesake, the traitor Tony Blair
He was sitting safely at home in Downing Street
Whilst the homes of British citizens lay burning at their feet

And when the fires had ended and the embers lay there dying
The union flag and red hand were still proudly flying
The community resisted, the rebels skulked away
And Cluan Pace remains still British to this today
They said the murderer would pay
They said theyd put McKeown away
But years have gone and now shes free
There was no justice we could see

The politicians looked away
T hey care not who those people slay
If youre a prod, youre life is cheap
And all our leaders do is sleep

But Tom McDonald will not die
We will keep on asking why
Well keep his memory alive
And for his sake this land will thrive