Irish Brigade Going Home At Last
Chorus:
So it’s pull down the watchtowers you’re going home at
last
Say farewell to Bellaghy, Carrickmore and West Belfast
With your kit-bag on your shoulder and a tear all in
your eye
Well pardon me for smiling while you’re waving me
goodbye
You say you came to save us in the year of sixty-nine
But you stayed to stop the orange state’ from falling
to decline
When it came to Bloody Sunday you showed the world what
you could do
Fourteen dead men on Derry’s streets your true colours
they shone through
Chorus
You found you could not beat us after thirty years of
war
In of all your Choppers, foot-patrols and armoured cars
We never will surrender or get on our knees and beg
So go crowling back to England with your trail between
your legs
Chorus
You say you’re sad to leave us but we have no regrets
You’ve left behind a legacy we )never will forget
From Dunloy to Drumnakilly you carved out your bloody
name
Your hands are stepped in Irish blood so hang your
heads in shame
Chorus twice
Well pardon me for smiling while you’re waving me
goodbye
