Armoured cars and tanks and guns came to take away our sons
But every man would stand behind the men, behind the wire
Through the little streets of Belfast in the dark of early morn
British soldiers came marauding, cracking little homes with scorn
Heedless of the crying children dragging fathers from their beds
Weeping sons while helpless mothers watched the blood pour from their heads
Armoured cars and tanks and guns came to take away our sons
But every man would stand behind the men, behind the wire
Not for them a judge in Jorvain or indeed a crime at all
Being Irish means they're guilty, sober, guilty one and all
Round the world the truth will echo from whence men are here again
England's name again is solid in the eyes of honest men
Armoured cars and tanks and guns came to take away our sons
But every man would 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 firmly on your way
Never fear and never falter till our boys come home to stay
Armoured cars and tanks and guns came to take away our sons
But every man would stand behind the men, behind the wire
Armoured cars and tanks and guns came to take away our sons
But every man would stand behind the men, behind the wire