If you hate the British Army clap your hands,
If you hate the British Army clap your hands,
If you hate the British Army, if you hate the British Army,
If you hate the British Army clap your hands.

They come down from Ballymurphy when they come,
They come down from Ballymurphy when they come,
Sure, the children won the day, when they all ran away,
They were only little children every one.

We don't want the British Army here to stay,
We don't want the British Army here to stay,
We don't want to be defended by an army that surrendered,
When the kids of Ballymurphy came to play.

Oh, the General he has fainted, "Is he dead?"
Oh, the General he has fainted, "Is he dead?"
All the women join the fight, we'll wipe the army out tonight,
For them women all are Ballymurphy bred.

A coded message come to nowhere it did say,
'At the peril of your lives if you stay,'
For no men don't be surprised, for Turf Lodge is organised,
And the double decker bus is on its way.

The British Army they will never be the same,
The British Army they will never be the same,
The bravest stopped them fighting man, they were beat by kids of ten,
Ballymurphy put the army to the shame.

Well, if you hate the RUC then clap your hands,
If you hate the RUC then clap your hands,
If you hate the RUC, well, if you hate the RUC,
If you hate the RUC then clap your hands.