| Armoured cars and tanks and guns
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| Came to take away our sons
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| But every man must stand behind
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| The men behind the wire
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| Through the little streets of Belfast
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| In the dark of early morn
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| British soldiers came marauding
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| Wrecking little homes with scorn
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| Heedless of the crying children
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| Cragging fathers from their beds
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| Beating sons while helpless mothers
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| Watched the blood poor from their heads
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| Not for them a judge and jury
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| Nor indeed a trial at all
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| But being Irish means you’re guilty
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| So we’re guilty one and all
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| Round the world the truth will echo
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| Cromwell’s men are here again
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| England’s name again is sullied
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| In the eyes of honest men
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| Proud we march behind our banner
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| Firm we’ll stand behind our men
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| We will have them free to help us
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| Build a nation once again |