Ballad of Belfast

[Verse] By the Lagan, where old stories flow, Titanic tales in Belfast's glow, Through iron gates, tales are spun, Where history and heart are one. [Verse 2] St. George’s Market where folks meet, Fresh produce, local treats, Crafts and chatter, music fills air, Every soul can find its share. [Chorus] Oh, Belfast, with your humble grace, Rich with history's embrace, Every street, every corner found, Holds a melody, a heritage sound. [Verse 3] Black Taxi Tours, tales of the past, Troubles remembered, shadows cast, Mural stories painted bold, Truths of Belfast, a history told. [Verse 4] Ulster Museum, treasures profound, Dinosaurs to modern ground, Botanic Gardens just a step away, Flowers in bloom, a serene display. [Chorus] Oh, Belfast, with your humble grace, Rich with history's embrace, Every street, every corner found, Holds a melody, a heritage sound.