[Chorus]
Go on home, British soldiers, go on home,
Have you got no fucking homes of your own?
For eight hundred years, we've fought you without fear,
And we'll fight you for eight hundred more.

[Verse]
Well if you stay, British soldiers, if you stay,
You'll never ever beat the IRA,
For the fourteen men in Derry are the last that you will bury,
So, take a tip and leave us while you may.

[Chorus]
So go on home, British soldiers, go on home,
Have you got no fucking homes of your own?
For eight hundred years, we've fought you without fear,
And we will fight you for eight hundred more.

[Verse]
Well, we're not British, we're not Saxon, we're not English,
We're Irish and proud we are to be,
So fuck your Union Jack, we want our country back,
We want to see old Ireland free once more.

[Chorus]
So go on home, British soldiers, go on home,
Have you got no fucking homes of your own?
For eight hundred years, we've fought you without fear,
And we will fight you for eight hundred more.

[Verse]
Well we'll fight them British soldiers for the cause,
We'll never bow to soldiers because,
Throughout our history, we were born to be free,
So get out, you British bastards, leave us be.

[Chorus]
So go on home, British soldiers, go on home,
Have you got no fucking homes of your own?
For eight hundred years, we've fought you without fear,
And we will fight you for eight hundred more.

[Chorus]
So go on home, British soldiers, go on home,
Have you got no fucking homes of your own?
For eight hundred years, we've fought you without fear,
And we will fight you for eight hundred more,
Yes, we'll fight you for eight hundred more.