Go on home British soldiers, go on home
Have you got no fuckin' homes of your own?
For eight hundred years we've
Fought you without fear
And we will fight you for eight hundred more

If you stay British soldiers, if you stay
You will never ever beat the IRA
The fourteen men in Derry are the
Last that you will bury
So take a tip and leave us while you may

Go on home British soldiers, go on home
Have you got no fuckin' homes of your own?
For eight hundred years we've
Fought you without fear
And we will fight you for eight hundred more

No, 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

Go on home British soldiers, go on home
Have you got no fuckin' homes of your own?
For eight hundred years we've
Fought you without fear
And we will fight you for eight hundred 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 bastards, leave us be

Go on home British soldiers, go on home
Have you got no fuckin' homes of your own?
For eight hundred years we've
Fought you without fear
And we will fight you for eight hundred more

For eight hundred years we've
Fought you without fear
And we will fight you for eight hundred more
And we will fight you for eight hundred more
We will fight you for eight hundred more