Going Home At Last The Irish Brigade
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[Chorus]
So let'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
But pardon me for smiling while you're waving me goodbye
[Verse 1]
You say you came to save us in the year of '69
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
14 dead men on Derry streets, your true colors, they shone through
[Chorus]
So let'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
But pardon me for smiling while you're waving me goodbye
[Verse 2]
You found you couldn't beat us after 30 years of war
In spite of all your choppers, foot patrols and armoured cars
We never will surrender, or get on our knees and beg
So go crawling back to England with your tail between your legs
[Chorus]
So let'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
But pardon me for smiling while you're waving me goodbye
So let'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
But pardon me for smiling while you're waving me goodbye
[Verse 1]
You say you came to save us in the year of '69
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
14 dead men on Derry streets, your true colors, they shone through
[Chorus]
So let'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
But pardon me for smiling while you're waving me goodbye
[Verse 2]
You found you couldn't beat us after 30 years of war
In spite of all your choppers, foot patrols and armoured cars
We never will surrender, or get on our knees and beg
So go crawling back to England with your tail between your legs
[Chorus]
So let'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
But pardon me for smiling while you're waving me goodbye
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