With a rumble of boots and a soldier's suit They march through Irish land Fresh faced boys turned to grim young men With a Union Jack in hand Look to the roofs for trouble boy And don't trust anyone You're a foreigner in a foreign land And you don't belong my son Get out, England, get out You know you don't belong Get out, England, get out 'Cause it's bloody and it's wrong A beautiful people, proud and free You'll never keep them down How do you think they've made it through history? Balls have a name and sound You say you stand for noble things So I don't understand The guns and the boots and the soldier's suits On green and noble land Get out England, get out You know you don't belong Get out England, get out 'Cause it's bloody and it's wrong Get out England, get out It's time to put things right Get out England, get out 'Cause this is not your fight Don't think this is a Catholic thing You're wrong I'm a wasp just like you But I sing a different song There's not excuse to split a country Or think that you know best England I love you in so many ways But let's put this crap to rest