The Men Behind the Wire

Armored cars and tanks and guns,came to take away our sons,
But every man must stand behind,the men behind the wire

In[ the little streets of Belfast, in the dark of early morn,
British solders came a running, wrecking little homes with scorn,
Here the sobs of crying children, dragging fathers from their beds,
Watch the scene as helpless mothers, watch the blood fall from their heads

Armored cars and tanks and guns,came to take away our sons,
But every man must stand behind,the men behind the wire

Not for them a judge or jury,nor for them a crime at all,
Being Irish means they'r guilty,so were guilty one and all,
Around the world the truth will echo,Cromwell's men are here again,
England's name again is sullied,in the eyes of honest men.

Armored cars and tanks and guns,came to take away our sons,
But every man must stand behind,the men behind the wire

Proudly march behind our banner,proudly march behind our men,
We will have them free to help us,build a nation once again,
All the people step togeather,proudly firmly on our way,
Never fear or never falter till the boys come home to stay.

Armored cars and tanks and guns,came to take away our sons,
But every man must stand behind,the men behind the wire