| Line | Answer | Words |
| I can't believe | |
| I can't close my eyes | |
| How long, | |
| How long, | |
| 'Cos tonight | |
| Broken bottles | |
| Bodies strewn | |
| But I won't heed | |
| It puts my back up, | |
| Sunday, bloody Sunday. | |
| Sunday, bloody Sunday. | |
| Oh, let's | |
| And the battle's | |
| There's many lost, | |
| The trenches dug | |
| | Line | Answer | Words |
| And mothers, children, brothers, sisters | |
| Sunday, bloody Sunday. | |
| How long, how long must we sing this song? | |
| 'Cos tonight | |
| Sunday, bloody Sunday. | |
| Wipe the tears from your eyes | |
| I'll wipe your tears away. | |
| I'll wipe your | |
| Sunday, bloody Sunday. | |
| And it's true | |
| When fact is fiction | |
| And today the millions cry | |
| The real battle just begun | |
| On... | |
| Sunday, bloody Sunday | |
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