(Beautiful Sunday)
[Verse]
Sunday morning I'm having a lark,
Think I'll go to plant a bomb at Hyde Park,
Hey, hey, hey, it's the IRA.

I've got a feeling something you know,
I've got a feeling way down below,
Hey, hey, hey, it's the IRA,

[Chorus]
I, I, Irish Republican Army,
It's the I, I, I, it's the IRA,
Won't you say, say, say, say that you love me,
Oh, I, I, I, it's the IRA.

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

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

[Verse]
Leave us be, British soldiers, leave us be,
We're fed up with your lies and tyranny,
For it's now your turn to run for it's us who've got the guns,
Take a tip and leave us while you may.

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

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

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

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

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

[Verse]
We're fighting them British soldiers for the cause,
We will never bow to soldiers because,
Throughout our history, we're born to be free,
Get out and leave us, let us be.

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

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