E
Well it was sunday, bloody sunday
When they shot the people there
The cries of thirteen martyrs
Filled the free Derry air.
G
Is there any one among you
Dare to blame it on the kids?
A (hold)
Not a soldier boy was bleeding
When they nailed the coffin lidds!
B A
Sunday bloody sunday
G B
Bloody sunday's the day!
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You claim to be majority
Well you know that it's a lie
You're really a minority
Oh this sweet emerald isle.
When Stormont bans our marchers
They've got a lot to learn
Internment is no answer
It's those mother's turn to burn!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sunday's the day!
Solo on (same as verse) E G A
