Going Home at Last

So it's pull down the watchtowers you're going home at last
 Say farewell to Bellaghy, Carrickmore and West Belfast
 With your kit-bag on your shoulder and a tear all in your eye
 Well pardon me for smiling while you're waving me goodbye
 You say you came to save us in the year of sixty-nine
 But 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's streets
 Your true colours they shone through
 So it's pull down the watchtowers you're going home at last
 Say farewell to Bellaghy, Carrickmore and West Belfast
 With your kit-bag on your shoulder and a tear all in your eye
 Well pardon me for smiling while you're waving me goodbye
 You found you could not beat us after thirty years of war
 In of all your Choppers, foot-patrols and armoured cars
 We never will surrender or get on our knees and beg
 So go crowling back to England with your trail between your legs
 So it's pull down the watchtowers you're going home at last
 Say farewell to Bellaghy, Carrickmore and West Belfast
 With your kit-bag on your shoulder and a tear all in your eye
 Well pardon me for smiling while you're waving me goodbye
 You say you're sad to leave us but we have no regrets
 You've left behind a legacy we never will forget
 From Dunloy to Drumnakilly you carved out your bloody name
 Your hands are stepped in Irish blood so hang your heads in shame
 So it's pull down the watchtowers you're going home at last
 Say farewell to Bellaghy, Carrickmore and West Belfast
 With your kit-bag on your shoulder and a tear all in your eye
 Well pardon me for smiling while you're waving me goodbye
 So it's pull down the watchtowers you're going home at last
 Say farewell to Bellaghy, Carrickmore and West Belfast
 With your kit-bag on your shoulder and a tear all in your eye
 Well pardon me for smiling while you're waving me goodbye
 Well pardon me for smiling while you're waving me goodbye