At_Last
The bastards beat their drums. Bum Bum
The bastards beat their drums. Bum Bum
The bastards stomping On through Derry
Burning the land They're in no hurry.
Killing and raping And stealing unworried.
Children who stand And cry are burried.
Bah bum Bum bum
Bah bum Bum bum
The drum.
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