This song is not on the "Irish Songs of Civil Rights" album. It was recorded by the Men of No Property https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_HDLQ0b2ynk

BURNTOLLET BRIDGE AMBUSH:
Air: “Boys of Sandy Row”
written and Sung by: "Wyld" (pseudonym)
Accompaniment: Accordion, guitar, percussion

Come all who fight for liberty,
And hear me tell my tale,
Think on the first January,
In dear old Granuaille,
Resolved to march to Derry
We left old Belfast town,
Burntollet we’ll remember
Where they tried to club us down.

The gentry organized thugs
To halt the march at Antrim,
Advised by Major Bunting,
The Orange poet pilgrim,
As darkness fell more hostile groups
Came from the county manse,
With blackthorn sticks and cudgels,
Honi soit qui’ mai y pense.

We slept that night at Whitehall,
Wakened by a bomb scare,
The second day of January
To Toome we did repair,
But Randalstown proved difficult,
Harassed along the way,
Chichester Clarke and Robin
Came out to see fair play.

But freedom shines before us lads
We'll seek it day by day
And if we strive and persevere
She'll meet us half the way.

We were cheered on at Galladuff
And heard with great dismay,
That Orangemen at Maghera
Had cudgels on display,
T’was council given by the cops,
Those men of great renown,
So in Brackaghreilly Hall
That night we slept, outside the town.

The bleak Glenshane we crossed o’er,
Farrell took command,
Dungiven town was cordoned off,
The police bid us to stand,
We formed in ranks with arms linked,
The cordon broke in twain,
To Feeney marched victorious,
Our ranks we did maintain.

We slept that night at Claudy,
Sixty miles from Belfast,
Abused and harrassed every mile,
We suffered for our protest,
Non-violence our slogan,
One family, one house,
One man, one job, one man, one vote,
Repeal repressive laws.

Then courage boys, the day will come
To soothe our toil and pain
We'll lift no hand or weapon
Their anger to inflame.

January Fourth, Paisley, Paisley was the cry,
Burntollet we had reached.
Bricks and bottles from the sky,
Get the bastards, fenian whores,
Club the students down,
Make sure their skulls are cracked
Before they reach Derry town.

With long spiked clubs beat their legs,
Throw them in the river,
Drag them over broken glass,
For Paisley, our deliverer.
Save the police, help them run,
Get them to their tenders,
Iron bars, clubs and bottles;
Christ, they won’t defend us.

Spencer Road in Derry,
We’ve made it with our blood,
More bricks and bottles, from the crown,
Came from the friends of God,
Over the Craigavon Bridge
And into Guildhall Square,
The downfall of the police
Began in Derry’s city fair.

SO JOIN WITH HEAD,
WITH HEART AND HAND
AND DRIVE DESPAIR AWAY,
BETTER TIMES ARE COMING FRIENDS,
WE’LL MARCH AND WIN THE DAY. (2X)