The Untold Story

The sky was bruised with charcoal smoke, The cobblestones were grey, As childhood dreams in Belfast streets Were scorched and torn away. The rattle of the armored cars, The shadows on the wall, Sent mothers clutching weary babes To answer safety's call. Across the churning Irish Sea, Where Mersey's waters flow, A lamp was lit in Liverpool To dull the distant glow. For Elsie Doyle had seen the fear, The suitcases in hand, And reached across the salt and spray To help a sister land. With Lily of the North behind, And Orange banners high, They opened wide the city’s heart Beneath a softer sky. Nine hundred souls with heavy hearts, Escaping fire and lead, Found refuge in a orange house, A table and a bed. The "Ulster Queen" at Princes Dock, Brought hope with every tide, As Liverpool stood shoulder-fast With friendship as its guide. Though fires might rage in Sandy Row, The peace was found in prayer, And children slept in quiet rooms Beneath a mother's care. So let the rhythmic bells ring out, For bonds that never break, For Elsie and the helping hands Who gave for mercy's sake. From Belfast's dust to Liverpool soul, The debt is written deep: A promise made in hours of dread Is one they’ll always keep. For Elsie (Allen) Doyle, and the helping hands, and the wider orange family of Liverpool. Words by Soll Music by Soll using AI generated software.