[Chorus]

      
Go on home Bri

tish soldiers,

 go on home.
             
Have you got n

             
o fuckin' home

          
s of your own?
             
For eight hund

              
red years we'v

             
e fought you w

       
ithout fear
             
And we will fi

             
ght you for ei

            
ght hundred mo

re.


[Verse 1]


If you stay Br

itish soldiers

 if you stay
             
you'll never e

             
ver beat the I

 
RA
             
the fourteen m

              
en in Derry ar

             
e the last tha

           
t you will bur

y
             
so take a tip 

             
and leave us w

         
hile you may


[Chorus]

      
Go on home Bri

tish soldiers,

 go on home.
             
Have you got n

             
o fuckin' home

          
s of your own?
             
For eight hund

              
red years we'v

             
e fought you w

       
ithout fear
             
And we will fi

             
ght you for ei

            
ght hundred mo

re.


[Verse 2]

              
No! we're not 


British we're 

not Saxon we'r

e not English
             
we're Irish! a

             
nd proud we ar

     
e to be
             
so fuck your u

             
nion jack we w

              
ant our countr

  
y back
             
we want to see

             
 old Ireland f

         
ree once more.


[Chorus]

           
Go on home Bri

tish soldiers,

 go on home.
             
Have you got n

             
o fuckin' home

          
s of your own?
             
For eight hund

              
red years we'v

             
e fought you w

       
ithout fear
             
And we will fi

             
ght you for ei

            
ght hundred mo

re.


[Verse 3]

           
Well we're fig

hting British 

soldiers for t

he cause
             
we'll never bo

             
w to soldiers 

     
because
             
throughout our

              
 history we we

             
re born to be 


free
             
so get out Bri

             
tish soldiers 

         
leave us be.


[Chorus]


Go on home Bri

tish soldiers,

 go on home.
             
Have you got n

             
o fuckin' home

          
s of your own?
             
For eight hund

              
red years we'v

             
e fought you w

       
ithout fear
             
And we will fi

             
ght you for ei

            
ght hundred mo

re.