Armored cars and tanks and guns came to take away our sons
But every man must stand behind the men behind the wire
Through little streets of Belfast, in the hour of early morn'
British soldiers came a-running wrecking little homes with scorn
Hear the sobs of crying children dragging fathers from their bed
Beating sons while helpless mothers watch the blood fall from their head
Armoured cars and tanks and guns came to take away our sons
But every man must stand behind the men behind the wire
Not for them a judge and jury, or indeed a crime at all
Being Irish means they're guilty, so we're guilty one and all
Around the world the truth will echo, Cromwell's men are here again
England's name again is sullied in the eyes of honest men
Armoured cars and tanks and guns came to take away our sons
But every man must stand behind the men behind the wire
Proudly march behind our banner, firmly stand behind our men
We will have them free to help us build a nation once again
On the people, step together, proudly marching on their way
Never feared, never faltered 'til the boys come home to stay
Armoured cars and tanks and guns came to take away our sons
But every man must stand behind the men behind the wire
Armoured cars and tanks and guns came to take away our sons
But every man must stand behind the men behind the wire
Armoured cars and tanks and guns came to take away our sons
But every man must stand behind the men behind the wire
