Derry's Walls
The time has scarce gone by boys, two hundred years ago,
When Rebels on old Derry's Walls their faces dare not show;
When James and all his rebel band came up to Bishops Gate;
With heart and hand and sword and shield we caused them to retreat;
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Then work and don't surrender but come when duty calls,
With heart and hand, and sword and shield - we'll guard old Derry's Walls.
The blood it did flow in the streams for many a winter's night,
They knew the Lord was on their side, to help them in the fight;
They only stood upon the walls determined for to fight,
To fight and gain the victory and hoist the Crimson high;
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At last, at last with one broadside the heavens sent their maze,
The boom was broke that crosses Foyle's shores and James he was dismayed;
The Banner, boys that floated, was run aloft with joy,
God bless the hands that broke the boom and saved Apprentice Boys.
Chorus
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GREEN GRASSY SLOPES
Some folks sing of mountains and valleys
Where the wild flowers abundantly grow,
And some of the wave-crested billows
That dash 'neath the waters below.
But I'm going to speak of a river,
And I hope in the chorus you'll join -
Of the deeds that were done by King William,
On the green grassy slopes of the Boyne.
cho: On the green grassy slopes of the Boyne,
Where the Orangemen with William did join,
And fought for our glorious deliverance
On the green grassy slopes of the Boyne
On the banks of that beautiful river,
There the bones of our forefathers lie,
Awaiting the sound of the trumpet
To call them to glory on high.
In our hearts we will cherish their memories,
And we all like true brethren will join,
And praise God for sending us King William,
To the green grassy slopes of the Boyne.
Orangemen will be loyal and steady,
For no matter whate'er may betide,
We will still mind our war-cry "No Surrender!"
So long as we've God on our side,
And if ever our service is needed,
Then we all like true Brethren will join,
And fight, like valiant King William,
On the green grassy slopes of the Boyne.
THE MEN BEHIND THE WIRE
'Twas a cold and grey November morn, as I left Belfast town
In a cold and lonely prison van, for Long Kesh I was bound
'Cause my spirit was unbroken and my heart was still un-found
Why, I knew that i'd soon be with the men behind the wire
When the judge had passed my sentence and the warder took me down
I cried out no surrender bless the red hand and the crown
But grant me just one favour, that is my one desire
Please let me serve my sentence with the men behind the wire
There were many things so strange to me and many more I knew
His only cry was Loyalty to the old red white and blue
And the love for dear old Ulster, Even in the darkest hour
He'd shine with them these loyal men, the men behind the wire
And when this war is over and our victory is won
Let us not forget the sacrifice made by these loyal sons
They were staunch and true for me and you so lift your glasses higher
Where would we have been without them, the men behind the wire
HERE LIES A SOLDIER
In dungeon deep, I know what fates awaits me
Tied hand and foot, the foe has bound me fast
And in my pain, I pray my God above me
Will grant this wish I know will be my last
Don't bury me in Erin's fenian valley
Take me home to Ulster let me rest
And on my gravestone carve a simple message
Here lies a soldier of the UVF
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Here lies a soldier, here lies a soldier
Who fought and died for what he thought was best
Here lies a soldier, here lies a soldier
Here lies a soldier of the UVF.
So gently drape the red hand round my shoulders
Pin no heroes medals on my chest
But if they ask you, will you kindly tell them
Here lies a soldier of the UVF
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NUMBER ONE PLATOON
I'll remember I'll try, it was nearly July
As we walked down the road I'll remember the year
There was me, there was Sam, Jimmy Sloan and McCann
Would enlist in the Volunteers
And the man says to me, 'Boy I hope you will see
'And remember this day all the things you've been taught'
It could be now or then, but we'll fight once again
For the things that our grandfathers fought.
And I swore like the rest to the badge on my breast
To the gun in my hand I will fight for my land
With my hand held high I took that vow
And I joined Number One Platoon
And deep down inside my heart fills with pride
I remember the men who have fought through the years
I could name quite a few but to me and to you
They were Ulster Volunteers
And to all here today just some words I must say
To remember this day
All the things you've been taught
It could be now or then, but we'll fight once again
For the things that our grandfathers fought.
And I swore like the rest to the badge on my breast
To the gun in my hand I will fight for my land
With my hand held high I took that vow
And I joined Number One Platoon.
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 Ill 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 Id 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 Ill 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
A FATHERS ADVICESaid a father to his son
"Oh my boy the time has come"
Your country it is calling unto thee
For those rebels once again
To unite us is their aim
And together we must stand to keep her free
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Remember, our fathers brave and bold
As they fought for Ulsters cause in far off lands
Oh my father said to me "I must join the Y.C.V"
With a rifle or a pistol in my hand
From Belfast to Armagh
Carade to old Crossgar
From Ballymena to old Omagh town
With their standards flying high
As it was in days gone by
We will rally round the flag for liberty
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Come all you Volunteers
Let us fight and never fear
Just like our fathers did so long ago
Though i'm sixteen years of age
In the Volunteers i'll engage
Like our fathers did so many years ago
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DADDY'S UNIFORM
Oh Daddy whats that uniform in the wardrobe over there?
Has it any history or medals for to bear?
Has it seen the battlefields like bygone days of yore?
Oh Daddy is that the Uniform that you so proudly wore?
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See it's buckles shining bright from the shoulder to the waist
I also see three letters emblazoned on it's breast
The U it stands for Ulster
The V for Volunteer
The F it stands for the Force
That fights and never fears
My memory it strays back again to nineteen forty one
When Ulsters shores were threatened
By the Jackboot of the Hun
And Ulsters people rallied round
They knew they need not fear
For the knew God was on their side
And the Ulster Volunteers
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So son please take my Uniform and go and fight the foe
And fight just like your father did so many years ago
For Ulster it is calling and we must never fear
So take my Gun my only son and join the Volunteers
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The Sash My Father Wore
Sure I'm an Ulster Orangeman, from Erin's isle I came,
To see my British brethren all of honour and of fame,
And to tell them of my forefathers who fought in days of yore,
That I might have the right to wear, the sash my father wore!
cho: It is old but it is beautiful, and its colors they are fine
It was worn at Derry, Aughrim, Enniskillen and the Boyne.
My father wore it as a youth in bygone days of yore
And on the Twelfth I love to wear the sash my father wore
For those brave men who crossed the Boyne have not fought or died in vain
Our Unity, Religion, Laws, and Freedom to maintain,
If the call should come we'll follow the drum, and cross that river once
more
That tomorrow's Ulsterman may wear the sash my father wore!
And when some day, across the sea to Antrim's shore you come,
We'll welcome you in royal style, to the sound of flute and drum
And Ulster's hills shall echo still, from Rathlin to Dromore
As we sing again the loyal strain of the sash my father wore!
A Wee Spot In Europe
There's a wee spot in Europe its a place of great fame
it lies to the north land and Ulster's its name
it only has six counties but o what renown
and it s emblem is the red hand topped by the queens crown
now the Germans came over in the year of forty one
and they tried to destroy us by bomb and by gun
but our history could tell us of others who tried
how our sons defended Ulster and they fought and died
if a fenian should speak to you in his own fenian tongue
they will speak of our friendships why we cant be one
just you point to the red hand topped by the queens crown
say were side by side with Scotland and they wont let us down
so now brothers and sisters let us join as one
let us drink to our Ulster its heroes and its sons
and while we are toasting two names we must join
that of William of Orange
and the banks of the BOYNE
