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