| So you divided up my land. |
| Six counties stayed in England’s hand. |
| And so you take my home, |
| but you cannot take my mind. |
| Then you tried to keep me down. |
| With your tanks and guns, |
| in my streets and towns. |
| And you shoot your plastic bullets, |
| to keep your plastic State. |
| In Ireland’s troubled land, |
| each decade brings it’s Rebel band, |
| and forces of the Crown. |
| They tried to bring them down. |
| But the flowers will bloom again. |
| And the people, they will rise again |
| And then you shot him down |
| So all the world could see. |
| Does it matter how you kill |
| you make the rules |
| it is your will. |
| With lead or plastic bullets |
| to kill it’s all the same. |
| Oh I could not believe my eyes |
| you took those young lads by surprise. |
| The way you shot them down |
| that day in Derry town. |
| In Ireland’s troubled land, |
| each decade brings it’s Rebel band, |
| and forces of the Crown. |
| They tried to bring them down. |
| But the flowers will bloom again. |
| And the people, they will rise again |
| And then you shot him down |
| So all the world could see. |
| Oh, some justice we did seek. |
| a place for all to live in peace. |
| An island in the sea, |
| where people could be free. |
| But you cannot be proud, |
| the way you shot into that crowd. |
| A Nightmare! You shot them down! |
| That night in Belfast town. |
| In Ireland’s troubled land, |
| each decade brings it’s Rebel band, |
| and forces of the Crown. |
| They tried to bring them down. |
| But the flowers will bloom again. |
| And the people, they will rise again |
| And then you shot him down |
| So all the world could see. |
| Then shoot me, shoot me down. |
| Because I make my coulours known. |
| And I heard their mercy cry, |
| where people in fear do lie. |
| In anger then he ran, |
| with the bat or stick oh in his hand. |
| And then you shot him down! |
| And all the world could see. |
| In Ireland’s troubled land, |
| each decade brings it’s Rebel band, |
| and forces of the Crown. |
| They tried to bring them down. |
| But the flowers will bloom again. |
| And the people, they will rise again |
| And then you shot him down |
| So all the world could see. |
| The day you shot Sean Downs |
| that day in Belfast town. |