Davitts 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
Through the little streets of Belfast
In the dark of early morn
British soldiers came marauding
Wrecking little homes with scorn
Heedless of the crying children
Cragging fathers from their beds
Beating sons while helpless mothers
Watched the blood poor from their heads
Not for them a judge and jury
Nor indeed a trial at all
But being Irish means you´re guilty
So we´re guilty one and all
Round the world the truth will echo
Cromwell´s men are here again
England´s name again is sullied
In the eyes of honest men.
Proud we march behind our banner
Firm we´ll 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 their way
Never fear never falter
Till the boys are home to stay
