Go [G] on home, British soldiers, go on home
Have you [C] got no fuckin [G] homes of your [D] own
For [C] eight hundred years we [G] fought you [D] without [e] fear
And we’ll [G] fight you for [D] eight hundred [G] more
Leave us be, British solders, leave us be
We’re fed up with your lies and tyranny
It’s now your turn to run, it’s us who have the guns
Take a trip and leave us while you may
If you stay, British soldiers, if you stay,
You’ll never ever beat the IRA
The fourteen men in Derry are the last that you will bury
So take a trip and leave us while you may
We’re not British, we’re not Saxon, we’re not English
We’re Irish and proud we are to be
So fuck your union jack – we want our country back
We want to see old Ireland free once more
Well we’re fighting British soldiers for the cause
We’ll never bow to soldiers because
Throughout our history we were born to be free
So get out, British soldiers, leave us be.
