Well it was Sunday bloody Sunday
When they shot the people there
The cries of thirteen martyrs
Filled the Free Derry air
Is there any one amongst you
Dare to blame it on the kids?
Not a soldier boy was bleeding
When they nailed the coffin lids!
Well you know that it's a lie
On this sweet emerald isle
When Stormont bans our marches
They've got a lot to learn
It's those mothers' turn to burn!
You anglo pigs and scotties
Sent to colonize the North
You wave your bloody Union Jack
And you know what it's worth!
How dare you hold to ransom
Keep Ireland for the Irish
Put the English back to sea!
Well, it's always bloody Sunday
In the concentration camps
Keep Falls Road free forever
From the bloody English hands
All of you who call it home
Leave Ireland to the Irish
Not for London or for Rome!
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