[Chorus]
So let's pull down the watchtowers, you're going home at last,
Farewell to Bellaghy, Carrickmore and West Belfast,
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]
Oh, you say you came to save us in the year of '69,
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 streets, your true colours they shone through.

[Chorus]
So let's pull down the watchtowers, you're going home at last,
Farewell to Bellaghy, Carrickmore and West Belfast,
Your kit-bag on your shoulder and a tear all in your eye,
Pardon me for smiling while you're waving me goodbye.

[Verse]
Oh, you found you couldn't beat us after thirty 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,
Go crawling home to England, your tail between your legs.

[Chorus]
So let's pull down the watchtowers, you're going home at last,
Farewell to Bellaghy, Carrickmore and West Belfast,
Your kit-bag on your shoulder and a tear all in your eye,
Pardon me for smiling while you're waving me goodbye.

[Verse]
Oh, you say you're sad to leave us, we have no regrets,
You've left behind a legacy we never will forget,
From Dunloy to Drumnakilly you carved your bloody names,
Your hands are steeped in Irish blood, hang your head in shame.

[Chorus]
So let's pull down the watchtowers, you're going home at last,
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,
Ah, but pardon me for smiling while you're waving me goodbye.