Armoured cars and tanks and guns

Came to take away our sons

But every man must stand behind

The men behind the wire



Through the little streets of Belfast

In the dark of early morn

British soldiers came marauding

Wrecking little homes with scorn



Heedless of the crying children

Cragging fathers from their beds

Beating sons while helpless mothers

Watched the blood poor from their heads



Not for them a judge and jury

Nor indeed a trial at all


But being Irish means you´re guilty

So we´re guilty one and all



Round the world the truth will echo

Cromwell´s men are here again

England´s name again is sullied

In the eyes of honest men.



Proud we march behind our banner

Firm we´ll stand behind our men

We will have them free to help us

Build a nation once again



On the people step together

Proudly march on their way

Never fear never falter

Till the boys are home to stay