well it was sunday bloody sunday oh 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
sunday bloody sunday bloody sunday is the day
when you claim to be majority well you know that it's a lie you're really a minority on this sweet emerald isle when Stormont bans our marches they've got a lot to learn internment is no answer 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 a people proud and free keep Ireland for the Irish put the English back to sea
well it's always bloody sunday in the concentration camps keep falls roads free forever from the bloody English hands repatriate to Britain all of you who call it home leave Ireland to the Irish not for London or for Rome