Ballad of Andrew Craig Ballad of Drumcree Ballad of Garvagh Ballad of Lindsey Mooney Battle of the Boyne#1 Battle of the Boyne #2 Battle of the Diamond Beautiful Noise Belfast Town Billy McFadzean Black Knights No.1 Black Knights No.2 Black Knights No.3 Black Knights No.4 Black man's dream, AD 1795 The Blackmans making song Bloody road to the Somme Boyne Water Boys of Sandy Row Brave Orangemen Brian Robinson British Flag Build my Gallows

Ballad of Drumcree

My name is Samuel Corrigan, my friends all call me Sam
If you'll buy a man a drink then you can too,
I've got a tale of much importance in the history of our land,
So grab yourself a seat, I'll tell it through.

Well I'm proud to be an Orangeman just like my father was
Upholding the traditions of our creed,
There's many like us in the land that's loyal to the cause,
Though some would call it bigotry and greed.

T'was the 7th of July, the year was 1996.
When we set ourselves to march through old Drumcree,
But soon we found our way was blocked by police with riot sticks.
In this country of the pious and the free.

Now it was our right to march that way,
we've done for many years,
And we swore that we would never compromise.
And we faced them there five days and nights,
hate ringing in our ears,
But violence, fear and hate were our allies.

Free men we have always been and free men we will stay.
So stand you boys aside and let us through.
We've marched in our tradition and it's always been our way,
And we're free to do just what it tells us to.

The Twelfth it was approaching and the country lived in fear,
And held its breath to see what we would do.
Then the word came through from Annisley we'd waited there to hear,
"Bring down the barricades and let them through!"

"Your pipes and whistles must stay silent",
That was Annisley's demand.
But still our message rang out true and real.
We have the Right to the Remembrance of the wars that split our land,
And no-one has the right to let it heal.

Free men we have always been and free men we will stay.
So stand you boys aside and let us through.
We've marched in our tradition and it's always been our way,
And we're free to do just what it tells us to.

Meanwhile down at Stormont all our leaders sat and talked,
They were trying to bring peace at any cost.
But surely you can see my friend the reason that we walk,
We don't want peace if our Traditions will be lost.

Well victory was won that day, let there be no mistake.
Though some would say the peace was jeapordised.
Our land may be condemned to years of killing and of pain,
But through them all we'll march with heads held high.

Free men we have always been and free men we will stay.
So stand you boys aside and let us through.
We've marched in our tradition and it's always been our way,
And we're free to do just what it tells us to.

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Ballad of Garvagh

The day before the July Fair
The Ribbon-men they did prepare
For three miles round to wreck and tear
And burn the town of Garvagh.

The Tory whistle loud and shrill
We heard it o'er the high Mourne Hill
Fall on brave boys we'll slay and kill
The Protestants in Garvagh.

The day came on they did repair
In multitudes to Garvagh Fair
Some travelled thirty miles and more
To burn the town of Garvagh.

They all appeared in greatest haste
White handkerchiefts tied around their waists
But their jackets we did soundly baste
That July Fair in Garvagh.

To Coleraine straightaway we went
For aid but none to us they sent
This bloody crew all to prevent
From their design on Garvagh.

To Provinces then we quick applied
For aid which he soon us denied
Saying: "Longest stands the toughest hide
I'll find no aid for Garvagh."

The Protestants and Orangemen
Like brothers did assemble then
To keep the town was their design
Or die like men in Garvagh.

We fired blank shots of no avail
Then Orange balls they flew like hail
While ribbon-men soon turned their tail
With deadly wounds from Garvagh.

Then Captain Douay cried: "Brave boys,
Maintain your Cause and fear no noise
We'll massacre these Orange boys
And burn the town of Garvagh.

He had not turned himself well round
Till he received a deadly wound
His heels went up his head went down
At the third tree in Garvagh.

We gave the word to clear the street
While numbers flew like hunted sheep
When Protestants did Papists meet
At Davidsons in Garvagh.

O then brave boys if you had seen
'Twas the best man through Ballinameen
While Orange boys pursued then keen
And cleared the town of Garvagh.

But mark what followed this affray
They thought to swear our lives away
To jail we went without delay
We had no guards from Garvagh.

They horrid oaths against us swore
Such swearing you ne'er heard before
McCluskey swore there hours or more
Against the boys of Garvagh.

The Judge then he would us condemn
Had it not been for our jurymen
Our grateful thanks is due to them
For they cleared the boys of Garvagh.

All thanks and praise we'll tender still
To Mr. Price and brave George Hill
The Beresford befriend us still
For they cleared the boys of Garvagh.

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Ballad of Lindsey Mooney

Come gather round my comrades, a saddened tale I'll tell
about upon a foreign land our brave young comrade fell
his young life fitted from this land so torn by bomb and strife
for Ulster's cause he gave his all and sacrificed his life.

Was on a cold St. Patrick's night when Lindseys life was shed
as to a bar where rebels were was a car bomb he was spared
but something happened on that night our comrades life was through
in a foreign land he gave his life in defense of all that's true.

We pray that by his sacrifice the world shall see the truth
his young life he gave valiantly his death was not in vain.
The Ulster flag with its red hand on this land shall remain.

So listen now you loyalists as this my tale I end
he gave his life for liberty, Ulster's people to defend
so lets remember always in letters aged and bold
remember well this young mans name and the story you've been told.

So lift a glass in Lindseys name and remember one and all
that while young lads like Lindsey fight Ulster's cause shall never fall
his life he gave so loyally the final price he paid
in Ulster's cause he lived and died to fight the IRA.

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Battle of the Boyne #1

Come don your Sash and bowler black and join the great parade,
We're on our way to celebrate 1688,
And better still and mores the thrill,
Just two years further on,
When William Prince of Orange won the Battle of the Boyne.

So raise the Crimson Banner high,
It flies for you and me,
And signifys the reason,
Why we're British and we're free.

Now sound the flute and strike the drum,
Lets hear the cymbals clash,
And play again 'old Derrys walls, Garvagh and the Sash,
As on we march we'll proudly tell in story and in song,
How William Prince of Orange won the Battle of the Boyne.

So raise the Crimson Banner high,
It flies for you and me,
And signifys the reason,
Why we're British and we're free.

Brave Schomberg, Ormond, Sidney, Solnes, Prince George and Conningsby,
They took the bridge of Slane, Duleek and Drohgeda that day,
The neath bank bristled bright with pikes as Ulstermen charged on,
And William Prince of Orange won the Battle of the Boyne.

So raise the Crimson Banner high,
It flies for you and me,
And signifys the reason,
Why we're British and we're free.

Come don your Sash and bowler black and join the great parade,
We're on our way to celebrate 1688,
And better still and mores the thrill,
Just two years further on,
When William Prince of Orange won the Battle of the Boyne.

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Battle of the Boyne #2

A kingly host upon a stream,
a monarch camped around
Its southern upland far and wide
their white pavilions crowned;
Not long ago that sky unclouded showed,
nor beneath the ray,
That gentle stream in silver flowed
to meet the new-born day.

Peals the loud gun-its thunders boom
the echoing vales along
While curtained in its sulfurous boom
moves on the gallant thrown.
And Foot and Horse in mingled mass,
regardless all of life,
With furious ardor onward pass
to join the deadly strife.

Not strange that with such ardent flame
each glowing heart beats high,
Their battle-word was William's name
and Death and Liberty!
Then Ouldbridge, then they peaceful bowers
with sounds unwonted rang,
And Tredagh, mid thy distant towers,
was heard the mighty clang.

The silver stream is crimsoned wide
and clogged with many a corpse,
As floating down its gentle tide
co- mingled man and horse;
Now fiercer grows the battle's rage,
the guarded stream is crossed,
And furious, hand-to-hand,
engage each bold contending host.

He falls-the veteran hero falls,
renowned along the Rhine-
And he whose name, while Derry s walls
endure shall brightly shine;
Oh! would to heaven that churchman bold,
his arms with triumph blest,
The soldier spirit had controlled
that fired his pious breast.

And he, the chief of yonder brave
and persecuted band,
Who foremost rushed amid the wave
and gained the hostile strand,
He bleeds, brave Caillemonte-he bleeds
-tis closed, his bright career,
Yet still that band to glorious deeds
his dying accents cheer,

And now that well-contested strand
successive columns gain,
While backward James yielding band
are borne across the plain;
In vain the sword green Erin draws,
and life away doth fling-
Oh! worthy of a better cause
and of a bolder king.

In vain thy bearing bold is shown
upon that blood-stained ground;
Thy towering hopes are overthrown,
thy choicest fall around;
Nor, shamed abandon thou the fray,
nor blush though conquered there;
A power against thee fights today
no mortal arm may dare.

Hurrah! Hurrah! For Liberty,
for her sword we draw,
And dared the battle while on high
our Orange banner flew.
Woe worth the hour- worth the state,
when men shall cease to join
Wit grateful hearts to celebrate
the glories of the Boyne!

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Battle of the Diamond

A song to the field, the well-fought field.
That the battle of the Diamond won:
When the sword in its might for Protestant's right,
Flash'd forth in the evening sun.
And the glorious west, with its red clouds blest,
Shone out on the deeds then done:
And the mountain's heath was the scene of death.
That the battle of the Diamond won.
Then hurrah, then hurrah.

'Twas in the year of '95 September the 21st,
A rabble on the vision burst;
They rush'd from the hills with shouts and with yells
The Defenders to do their worst
But them to oppose Stood Protestant foes,
Who scattered the murderous crew;
And ere the sun set, the green grass was wet,
But not with the evening dew,
Then Hurrah, then hurrah.

From this noble fight our lodge takes its name
The Diamond Lodge our pride;
The ardent desires which glowed in our sires,
In these their sons do abide.
Should rebels again e'er be seen on the plain,
An Orangeman's fire they would shun;
For the Diamond will cast its fires to the last.
That the battle of the Diamond won
Then hurrah, then hurrah.

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Beautiful Noise

What a beautiful noise, comin up from the street,
I'ts got a beautiful sound, I'ts got a beautuful beat,
I'ts a beautiful noise, The sound of Flutes and the Drums,
As thier music they play on this 12th Saturday against those fenian scum!

I'ts a beautiful noise,
To hear the bands march by,
And it makes me feel good every 12 of July,
Yes it does, Yes it does!

What a beautiful noise, to hear the sound of 'The Sash',
And people singing along, as they head to the park,
I'ts the tunes that they play, and the flags that they fly,
That I thank god, I am a loyal Prod on this 12th of July!

I'ts a beautiful noise,
To hear the Cymbals crash,
And it makes me feel good, kickin fenians' ass,
Yes it does, Yes it does!

I'ts a beautiful noise, hearing old 'Derrys Walls',
As the Orange banners sway,
In the passing parade,
Heading back to the house!

I'ts a beautiful noise,
I'ts the sound we all love,
And it makes us feel good, being loyal Prods,
Yes it does, Yes it does!

What a beautiful noise,
I could listen everyday,
To those old Orange Flutes,
When thier out on parade!

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Belfast Town

I have traveled this world and the pleasures that she gave
I've sailed the might oceans up and down
For its plainly I have yearned for my homeland to return
Just to see again my dear old Belfast Town.

There she stands in command of our forefathers land
She still wears the dear old British crown
And though battle scarred she be
She means home sweet home to me

When I see again my dear old Belfast Town.
And meander once again down this shackled narrow lane
On the Sandy Road to wander up and down
Through this city hall I'll walk to Finaghy and back
Just to see again my dear old Belfast Town.

There she stands in command of our forefathers land
She still wears the dear old British crown
And though battle scarred she be
She means home sweet home to me

I will visit East Belfast showing memories of our past
I will gaze and storm my buildings shining white
So when caution took its stand with its true and loyal band
To fly the Union Jack was Ulster's right.

There she stands in command of our forefathers land
She still wears the dear old British crown
And though battle scarred she be
She means home sweet home to me

I will see the city hall where the Union Jack flies tall
I will stand and watch the mighty Lagan flow
Belfast loyal to the core as she was in days of yore
When the Ulster Volunteers to war did go.

There she stands in command of our forefathers land
She still wears the dear old British crown
And though battle scarred she be
She means home sweet home to me

I'll be coming home in time and my heart will fill with pride
To be back home in the place where I belong
And Belfast will be kissed I can see that breaks the mist
And know she bears her malice with this song.

There she stands in command of our forefathers land
She still wears the dear old British crown
And though battle scarred she be
She means home sweet home to me

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Billy McFadzean

Let me tell you a story of honour and glory,
Of a young Belfast soldier Billy McFadzean by name,
For King and for Country Young Billy died bravely,
And won the VC on the fields of the Somme.

Gone Like the snowflake that melts on the river,
Gone like the first rays of days early dawn,
Like the foam from the fountain,
Like the mist from the mountain,
Young Billy McFadzeans dear life has gone.

Now Billy lies only were the red Flanders poppy,
In wildest profusion paints the field of the brave,
No piper recalling his deeds all forgotten,
For Billy McFadzean has no known grave.

Gone Like the snowflake that melts on the river,
Gone like the first rays of days early dawn,
Like the foam from the fountain,
Like the mist from the mountain,
Young Billy McFadzeans dear life has gone.

So let us remember that brave Ulster soldier,
The VC he won th young life that he gave,
For duty demanding his courage outstanding,
Private Billy McFadzean of the U.V.F.

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Black man's dream, AD 1795

One night I thought a vision brought,
Me to a spacious plain,
Whereon its centre stood a mount,
Whose top I wished to gain;
Orange, blue, and purple, too,
Were given me to wear,
And for to see the mystery
They did me thus prepare.

My guide a pack placed on my back -
With pillars of an arch -
A staff and scrip placed in my hand,
And thus I on did march;
Through desert lands I travelled o'er
And the narrow road I trod,
Till something did obstruct my path
In the form of a toad.

So then I saw what did me awe,
Though wandering in a dream -
A flaming bush, though unconsumed,
Before me did remain;
And as I stood out of the wood
I heard a heavenly sound,
Which bade cast my shoes away,
For it was holy ground.

Two men I saw, with weapsons keen,
Which did me sore annoy -
Unto a pyramid I ran
That standing was hard by;
And as I climbed the narrow way,
A hand I there did see,
Which layed the lofty mountains
In the scale of equity.

Blue, gold, and black about my neck,
This apparition placed -
Into a chariot I was put,
Where we drove off in haste :
Twelve dazzling lights of beauty bright
Were brought to guide my way,
And as we drove thro' cypress shades
One of them did decay.

Near to a mount I saw a fount
Of living water flow :
I being dry, they did reply,
To drink you there may go;
The mystic cup I then took up,
And drank a health to all
That were born free and kept their knee
From bowing unto Baal.

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The Blackmans making song

One night I left my native home, to my Lodgeroom I went,
My Brethren all were sitting there, and seemed to be content.
Soon one request I asked of them, if they would grant to me,
Another step along the road that leads to liberty.

When I began the mount to climb - Mount Horeb was its name -
I saw a bush was burning, just in a mighty flame;
When I beheld the mighty blaze, I knew not what to say,
I then went to Mount Carmel, like old prophets, for to pray.

And when my prayers were ended, out of the East did rise,
A little cloud like a man's hand, which did me much suprise.
The next demand was made to me, my chariot to prepare.
With speed I drove along the way like eagles in the air.

Then went I to Golgotha - went to drink a health to all,
The toast went round, my name was found, Sirs, Brethren we are all.
Then straight to Jericho I went, so Joshua gave command,
It was my business when there to view the promised land.

And soon the King sent after me, all for to take my life,
And a woman did preserve me, that was neither maid nor wife.
'Twas out of a window, with a scarlet thread let down,
And went straight unto a garden, and there my Brethren found.

Now to conclude and finish, keep Joesph in your mind,
Through all your weary travels you left him not behind;
I'm sure he was a man of God, he interpreted the King's dream.
I wish you all true Brethren ever steady to remain.

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Bloody road to the Somme

Hear the measured beat of Ulstermen marching,
Through the green fields and streets of the towns,
Called up to arms by bold Edward Carson,
To stand for the Red Hand and Crown.

These were the seed of mighty CuChulainn,
These were the sons of Congal Claen,
Determined that Gaels and Rome should not rule them,
And England if need be withstand.

Those were the days of Ulsters defiance,
Those were the days of passion and strife,
Those were the days when England denied us,
And Ulster stood for her life.

The call came for war and the volunteers answered,
The 36th was formed in 1914,
To fight the German Kaiser instead of faithless England,
And maintain their birth right and King.

They marched into hell nearly two years onward,
The first day of July on a bright summer morn,
Aloft against blue skies they bore the Ulster Standard,
Down the Bloody Road to the Somme.

These were the men of Tyrone, Londonderry,
Monaghan and Cavan, Down and Donegal,
The men of Armagh, of Antrim and Fermanagh,
Who walked the Bloody Road to the Somme.

They faced the deadly hail from canons and machine guns,
Through the bursting shells and hell of no-mans-land,
Triumphantly they yelled the cry of No Surrender,
And fought the Kaisers troops hand to hand.

Three miles they struck through enemy defences,
In the greatest charge of that European war,
Like a mighty wave they swarmed the German trenches,
Over fallen dead and barbed wire.

Then they were cut off with no one to support them,
They were mowed down by fire from three sides,
Bravely they fell like leaves in the autumn,
Death reaped the bitter harvest of their lives.

When the battle ceased a young man was heard crying,
Bleeding from a wound were the bullet creased his head,
There amid the maimed the pleading and the dying,
He held the broken body of his friend.

As the red sun sets, smoke drifted o'er the trenches,
These bewildered men trudged back along the way,
The carnage it was great, the slaughter it was senseless,
Five thousand Ulster Sons feel that day.

Here was a time of mourning and of sorrow,
All along the line they gathered up their dead,
Here was a time of yearning for the morrow,
Here was a time when Ulster bled.

The land was filled with grief when news broke of the slaughter,
Thick like black heavy clouds, it hung o'er croughnays brow,
The telegrams they came to mothers, wives, and daughters,
And like warm falling rain the tears poured down.

We count the bloody cost they paid for Ulsters freedom,
We cherish memories of those who died so young,
With passing of the years we will not forget them,
Who walked the Bloody Road to the Somme.

As long as earth revolves upon its axis turning,
And day sleeps in the dark and wakens with the dawn,
As long as sun goes down and rises in the morning,
We will remember the Somme.

We will remember the Somme.

Yes, we will remember the Somme.

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Boyne Water

July the first in old bridge town
There was a grievous battle
Where many a man lay on the ground
By the cannons that did rattle
King James he pitched his tents between
The lines for to retire
But King William threw his bomb balls in
And set them all on fire

Thereat enraged they vowed revenge
Upon King William's forces
And oft cry vehemently
That they would stop courses
A bullet from the Irish came
Which grazed King William's shoulder
They thought his Majesty was slain
But he said "Pray, no closer"

Then Duke Schomberg, with friendly care
His King would often caution
To shun the spot where bullets hot
Retained their rapid motion
But William said "He don't deserve
The name of Faith's defender
That would not venture life and limb
To make a foe surrender"

When we the Boyne began to cross
The enemy they defended
But few of our brave men were lost
So stoutly we defended
The horse was first that did march o'er
The foot soon followed after
But brave Duke Schomberg was no more
By venturing o'er the water

When valiant Schomberg he was slain
King William he accosted
His warlike men for to march on
And he would be the foremost
"Brave boys", he said, "be not dismayed
For losing one commander
For God will be our King this day
And I'll be the General under"

Then stoutly we the Boyne did cross
To give our foes in battle
Our cannon to our foes great cost
Like thundering claps did rattle
In majestic mein our prince rode o'er
His men soon followed after
With blow and shout put the foes to rout
The day we crossed the water

The Protestants of Drogheda
Have reason to be thankful
That they were not to bondage brought
They being but a handful
First to the Tholsel they were brought
And tried at the Millmount after
But brave King William set them free
By venturing o'er the water

The cunning French near to Dunleek
Had taken up quarters
And fenced themselves on every side
Awaiting for new orders
But in the dead time of night
They set the fields on fire
And long before the morning light
To Dublin they retired

Then said King William to his men
After the French had departed
"I'm glad", he said, "that none of ye
Seemed to be chicken hearted
So sheathe your swords and rest a while
In time we'll follow after"
Those words he uttered with a smile
The day he crossed the water

Come let us all with heart and voice
Applaud our Faith's defender
Who at the Boyne his valour showed
And made his foes surrender
To God above the praise we'll give
Both now and ever after
And bless the glorious memory
Of King William that crossed the Boyne water.

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Boys of Sandy Row

Come all ye loyal Orangemen and in full chorus join,
Think on the deeds of William and his conquest at the Boyne,
And gratefully commemorate that ever glorious day
That crown'd the mighty hero King and ended Popish sway.

Then band together firmly and popery overthrow
Like to your gallant brethren the Boys of Sandy Row.

Likewise yeze Presbyterians that for the truth contend
Come forward now and manfully your chartered rights defend
From fenians and from paypishes that fiercely youse assail
And hope throughout Green Erin's Isle to carry a repeal.

Then band together firmly and popery overthrow
Like to your gallant brethren the Boys of Sandy Row.

Th' intriguing paypishes surround this loyal and ancient town
They tried you know not long ago to pull the Bible down
And to destroy it root and branch they often have combined
But from Sandy Row we made them fly like chaff before the wind.

Then band together firmly and popery overthrow
Like to your gallant brethren the Boys of Sandy Row.

To brave and gallant Johnston who'd always do and dare
Now let a bumper toast go round with honours from the chair
The Boyne we never will forget nor Derry Walls renowned
And should like days again return we'll be at our posts to be found.

Then band together firmly and popery overthrow
Like to your gallant brethren the Boys of Sandy Row.

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Brave Orangemen

From Holland the eagles of France are all fled
And the Orange of Nassau replaced in their stead;
So we trust our good neighbours brought wisdom may learn
Their friends and allies from their foes to discern.
Then advance in full chorus my brave Orangemen,
The French we did beat, and we'll beat them again.

In the Hollanders cause we as cordially join,
As they did in ours on the banks of the Boyne;
When under King William in one common league,
We planted an Orange tree fresh from the Hague.
Then advance in full chorus, my brave Orangemen,
May that Orange tree flourish for ever, Amen.

With their blood our brave ancestors moistened its root,
And thence the rich flavour we taste in its fruit,
With ours, we will also repeal each invader,
When the law is our guide, and a Brunswick our leader,
So advance in full chorus, my brave Orangemen,
Our foes we did beat, and we'll beat them again.

Here under its ample and wide spreading shade,
Our vows shall to loyalty ever be paid;
It is now in full growth as well as full bearing.
The glory, the pride and the boast of green Erin.
So advance in full chorus, my brave Orangemen,
Our foes we did beat, and we'll beat them again.

There it prospers without any labour or toil,
Agrees with the climate, and unites with the soil,
And long shall its verdure remain in full force
So long as King William bestrides his grey horse.
Then advance in full chorus, my brave Orangemen,
Our foes we did beat, and we'll beat them again.

And long shall the hero our champion be seen,
Bestriding that horse to adorn College green;
In Orange and purple superbly arrayed
While he smilles at his boys when they form on parade;
And in their full chorus so cheerful advance
The pride of green Erin, the terror of France.

So let those all know who against us petition,
Their impotent malice we hold in derision;
No wonder that while their meek parliament sits,
That we frighten the upstarts quite out of their wits,
While in a full chorus we pray for success
To the manly and spirited Derry address.

Now, to put to due shame all affected vexation
We report as at large in our first declaration
That if men will be loyal and true to the laws
Under one gracious King and in one noble cause
Till our globe is dissolved and mortality ends,
We'll advance in full chorus and hail them as friends.

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Brian Robinson

Let me tell you of a story fo fame and gallantry
What the name of Brian Robinson it means to you and me
It's a name that stand for courage and it stands for liberty
On the 2nd day of September come and drink this toast with me

So now here's to Brian Robinson a brave and loyal man
And to every Ulster Volunteer who has fought for the Red Hand
They have made the greatest sacrifice and we have seen the best
So lift your glass to Brian and to the men of the UVF

And to the men behind the wire for they have stood the test
Let's not forget their sacrifice for they are Ulster's best
Let us fight now for their liberty and freedom from Long Kesh
With the cry 'For God and Ulster' free the men of the UVF

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British Flag

The Flag raised here in 1912, once freedoms gallant spell,
To mark the glorious day, that Ulster loved so well,
This deathless flag a sacred trust, was bequeathes from side to sun,
It shined the light to guide the right, when honour must be won.

Our British flag our hopes our lives, was bequeathes from side to sun,
Shall proudly wait to lead the brave, When glory must be won.

Take your time the rebel cries, its days are long gone by,
Their ghost of Carson sighs, its memory never dies.

Our British flag our hopes our lives, was bequeathes from side to sun,
Shall proudly wait to lead the brave, When glory must be won.

And when the mortal emblem rears, on home or hallowed hall,
One million hearts if danger nears, shall answer to the call.

Our British flag our hopes our lives, was bequeathes from side to sun,
Shall proudly wait to lead the brave, When glory must be won.

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Build my Gallows

I am a Loyal Ulster man
They say this day that I must hang
Cause I fought the IRA
They say that I must pay
Well they say this day that I must hang.

So build my gallows build them high
That I might see before I die
The Antrim glen and the hills of County Down
And I'll see again the lights of home.

Well I am a Loyal Ulster man
They say this day that I must hang
I fought those evil men
And I'd do it all again
They say this day that I must hang.

So build my gallows build them high
That I might see before I die
The Antrim glen and the hills of County Down
And I'll see again the lights of home.

I am a Loyal Ulster man
They say this day that I must hang
Well I fought that evil band
And I freed my native land
They say this day that I must hang.

So build my gallows build them high
That I might see before I die
The Antrim glen, the hills of County Down
And I'll see again the lights of home.
The Antrim glen, the hills of County Down
And I'll see again the lights of home.

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