Last War

When the last war is waged, and the last post is played
When the last boy is laid, and the last prayer is said
When the last mother cries and the last tear drop dries
When the last son is gone, we'll now remember the Somme.

When the last word is spoken and the last promise is broken
When the last wind has blown and the last bird has flown
When the last trumpet sounds to raise the dead from the ground
Those who fell on the Somme together on that morn.

And they know when their gone, on that first of July morn
Always in their prime, forever caught in time.

And they know when their gone, on that first of July morn
Always in their prime, forever caught in time.

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Lisnagade

Ye Protestants of Ulster, I pray you join with me,
Your voices raise in lofty praise and show your loyalty,
Extol the day we marched away with Orange flags so fine,
In order to commemorate the conquest of the Boyne.

The first who fought upon the day the Prince of Orange was,
He headed our brave forefathers in their most glorious cause,
Protestant rights aye to maintain, and pop'ry to degrade,
And in the memory of the same we fought a Lisnagade.

'Twas early in the morning before the rise of sun,
An information we received, our foes each with his gun
In ambush lay, near the highway, intrenched within a fort,
Just to disgrace our Orange flag, but soon we spoilt their sport.

We had not march'd a mile or so, when the white flag we espy'd
With a branch of podoreens displayed, on which they much rely'd
And this inscription underneath-"Hail Mary! Unto thee-
Deliver us from these Orange dogs, and then we shall be free,

At half an hour past two o'clock the firing did commence,
With clouds of smoke and showers of ball, mid passion most intense,
They called unto their patron saint, to whom they us'd to pray,
But none were near their prayer to hear, and so they ran away

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Londonderry to the Foyle

Tonight I dream about my Maiden city
I'll go back to the days I spent there as a boy
I dream about the friends I left behind me
in my city, Londonderry on the Foyle

Well my mother she writes to my here twice weekly
and she tells me all the things are going on
and she tells me of the bombings and the shootings
in my city, Londonderry on the Foyle

But tonight I lay upon my bed I'm dreaming
I am dreaming of the friends I left behind me
And I dream about my sweetheart in the Fountain
In my city, Londonderry on the Foyle

But once more I am coming home aboard the steamship
On Lough Foyle once more I'm passing by Colmore
And I see those old walls still standing
They''re round my city Londonderry on the Foyle

I can see the old cathedral it's still standing
and not far away the old Memorial Hall
And I see the crimson banner, it's still flying
Over my city Londonderry on the Foyle.

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Loyal Heart

From Loyal veins my life I drew,
In Loyal arms I lay,
From Loyal Lips that Lessons new,
That led me day by day,
And hearts to rest in Loyal Breast,
And rocked on Loyal knee,
They wore and grew and thank God too,
A Loyal Heart in me.

Then came the day for all to view,
When scorn and lies held sway,
Those evil men with no virtue,
They swore my life away,
But for dare or ill I am Loyal Still,
They never can decree,
To force retreat or stop the beat,
The Loyal Heart in me.

At times I sigh at times I rest,
Amid Scenes and faces strange,
The passing years have in my breast,
Brought little or no change,
Memories of old ever bright I hold,
Since rocked on Loyal knee,
And for her sake no jail will break,
This Loyal Heart in me.

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Loyal Protestant

I am a loyal protestant from Belfast town I come
A story I will tell to you about these rebel scum
They've tried for many year with gun and bomb to wear us down

But we always will be faithful to the Red Hand and the Crown
Whenever I was just a child upon my mothers knee

She taught me told me I must always fight to keep my liberty
The words and memory still come back right to this very day
For freedom now is threatened by the rebel IRA
And when at last these evil men have been brought to their knees

We'll drink a toast to Ulster and her loyal 6 counties
And to all Loyalist prisoners, gods blessing on them be
to all those loyal brethren grateful thanks from you and me.

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Loyalist Prisoners

50 men went to Longkesh, 9 long months ago,
They'd just been loyal, in fighting our foe,
But we won't forget them, We'll fight to the death,
To release our comrades, in the U.V.F,
Remember the loyalist prisoners, in this year of '74.

Their wives and their children, are suffering the most,
Good luck to them all, comfort them in their loss,
Remember dead heroes, and comfort their wives,
Look after their children, and please be their guide,
Remember the loyalist prisoners, in this year of '74.

Remember their mothers and fathers as well,
For they raised great heroes, who had served us so well,
Oh so brothers and sisters, who've takentheir stand,
To fight off the evil on Ulster's fair land,
Remember the loyalist prisoners, in this year of '74.

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