Armored 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,
Dragging 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 crime at all.
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.
Proudly march behind our banners,
Firmly stand behind our men;
We will have them free to help us
Build a nation once again.
On the people, step together,
Proudly, firmly on your way.
Never fear and never falter'
Til the boys come home to stay.