Armoured cars and tanks and guns
Came to take away our sons
man must stand behind
The men behind the wire.
Through the little streets of Belfast
In the dark of early morn
soldiers came marauding
Wrecking little homes with scorn.
Heedless of the crying children
Cragging fathers from
Beating sons while helpless mothers
Watched the blood poor from their heads.
Not for them a judge
Nor indeed a trial at all
But being Irish means you´re guilty
So we´re guilty one and all.
the world the truth will echo
Cromwell´s men are here again
England´s name again is sullied
In the eyes of honest
Proud we march behind our banner
Firm we´ll stand behind our men
We will have them free to help us
a nation once again.
On the people step together
Proudly firmly on their way
Never fear never falter
the boys are home to stay.