Sunday Bloody Sunday The Wolfe Tones

Well it was Sunday, Bloody Sunday
When they shot the people there
The cries of fourteen martyrs
Filled the brave Derry air
They tried to blame the Provos
You must blame it on the Brits
Not a soldier boy was bleeding
When they nailed the coffin lids

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Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday was the day
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday was the day

Was Sunday, Bloody Sunday
When the Paras, they went wild
They were shooting indiscriminately
At man, woman and child
Father Daly waved his hankie
He tried to anoint the dead
But the soldiers kept on firing
Kept on shooting evil lead

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Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday was the day
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday was the day