Going Home At Last

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

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 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

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'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

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

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

Well pardon me for smiling while you're waving me goodbye