Loyalsongs.

BELFAST.

OF ALL THE PLACES I HAVE BEEN THERE IS ONE WHO HOLDS MY DREAM IT'S A PLACE THAT LINGERS IN MY MIND IT'S A PLACE THAT I,VE LEFT BEHIND

I,VE BEEN AWAY NOW FOR TOO MANY YEARS,I,VE READ ALL THE PAPERS THAT TELLS OF YOUR FEARS THOUGH I,VE LEFT YOU WITH A HEART THATS BEEN TORN I,M GOING HOME TO THE PLACE I WAS BORN

THATS BELFAST,YOU CALL TO ME WHEN I AM FAR AWAY I THINK OF THEE YOUR BLACK MOUNTAINS,CAVHILL,CITYHALL,SHAWSBRIDGE,RIVER LAGGAN,I,M GOING HOME TO THEM ALL,

I,VE FRIENDS AND RELATIONS EACH ONE I,LL EMBRACE WE,LL PASS ROUND THE PICTURES WHICH TIME CAN,T ERASE BUT IT WON,T BE LONG NOW TILL I SEE THEM ALL WE,LL WALK ROUND THE OLD STREETS AND GOOD TIMES I RECALL

YES THATS BELFAST YOU CALL TO ME WHEN I AM FAR AWAY I THINK OF THEE YOUR BLACK MOUNTAINS,CAVEHILL CITY HALL SHAWS BRIDGE RIVER LAGGAN I,M GOING HOME TO THEM ALL.

THE VOUNTEERS

LET ME TELL YOU A STORY OF COURAGE OF MEN IN A FAR DISTANT LAND TORN BATTERED AND STAINED THEY HAVE FOUGHT FOR THEIR COUNTRY PREPARING TO DIE THEIR THE VOLUNTEERS OF ULSTER.

VOLUNTEERS COMING HOME FROM THE SOMME THEIR LOVE ONES ARE WAITING TO WELCCOME THEM HOME WITH SMILES ON THEIR FACES THEIR ARMS OPEN WIDE FOR THE VOLUNTEERS OF ULSTER.

MANY LIVES HAVE BEEN LOST IN THOSE GREEN FIELDS OF FRANCE THE WIND THATS SOFTLY BLOWING MAKES THE RED POPPIES DANCE THEIR LIVES MAY BE OVER,THEIR MEMORY LIVES ON THEIR THE VOLUNTEERS OF ULSTER.

VOLUNTEERS COMING HOME FROM THE SOMME THEIR LOVED ONES ARE WAITING TO CARRY THEM WITH TEARS ON THEIR FACES THEIR HEARTS FILLED WITH PRIDE FOR THE VOLUNTEERS OF ULSTER.

(WORDS BY CAROL PARIS A GOOD LOYALIST SINGER AND FREIND OF WRANGHOLM DEFENDERS FLUTE BAND AND CAN BE BOOKED ON THIS WEB SITE FOR ALL DANCES AND SASHBASHES ON FRIDAY NIGHT'S&SUNDAY AFTERNOON'S.) JUST EMAIL THE EDITOR AND HE WILL PASS IT ON TO HER

THE SASH  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!  Chorus: 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! Chorus:  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!  Chorus:    THE PROTESTANT BOYS  The Protestant Boys are loyal and true Stout hearted in battle and stout-handed too The Protestant Boys are true to the last And faithful and peaceful when danger has passed And Oh! they bear And proudly wear The colours that floated o'er many a fray Where cannons were flashing And sabers were clashing The Protestant Boys still carried the day.   2. When James half a bigot, and more of a knave With masses and Frenchmen the land would enslave The Protestant Boys for liberty drew And showed with the Orange the banner of Blue And Derry well Their might can tell Who first in their ranks did the Orange display The Boyne had no shyers And Aughrim no flyers And Protestant Boys still carried the day.  3. When treason was rampant and traitors were strong And law was defied by a vile rebel throng When thousands were banded the throne to cast down The Protestants rallied and stood by the Crown And oft in fight By day and night They countered the rebels in many a fray Where red pikes were bristling And bullets were whistling The Protestant Boys still carried the day.   4. And still does the fame of their glory remain Unclouded by age and undimmed by a stain And ever and ever their cause well uphold The cause of the true and the trusted and bold And scorn to yield Or quit the field While over our heads the old colors shall play And traitors shall tremble When' er we assemble For Protestant Boys shall carry the day.   5. The Protestant Boys are loyal and true Though fashions are changed and the loyal are few The Protestant Boys are true to the last Though cowards belie them when danger has past Aye still we stand A loyal band And reck not the liars whatever they say For let the drums rattle The summons to battle The Protestant Boys must carry the day.   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;  Chorus: 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. 2. 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;  Chorus:  3. 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:   ORANGE ABC  A song I am going to sing to you, if you but listen unto me There is nothing curious in it, boys, And that you will plainly see. It is all about six verses of our Orange A,B,C.  Chorus: Then it is judge for yourselves, boys, And listen unto me We will turn the leaf once more, my boys, And sing our Orange A,B,C. 2. A stands for Aughrim, where blood flowed on the plains, and B is for Boyne Water, there bones do still remain; C stands for Culmore, where crossing it did fall, and D I am sure you all know well's our Maiden Derry Walls.  Chorus:  3. E is for Enniskillen, where nobly they did join, and F is for these fathers who conquered at the Boyne; G is for that great General that fought at our right hand, H is for Hanover, from that land King William came.  Chorus:   4. I is for the Israelites that crossed over Jordan's streams, and J stands for Joshua, our guide he still remains; K for Knox, Scotch Reformer, who for the truth did stand, L stands for Luther, his doctrines we'll commend.  Chorus:   5. M stands for Moses, as he viewed the land, N stands for Noah, who built the ark at God's command; O stands for Orange, a colour you all have worn, and P is purple, with which the ark was borne.  Chorus:   6. Q is for the Question you are asked at the door; R is for the Road, my boys, some of you have trod before; S is for the Secret you're sure there to find, and T is for the Travels you will always bear in mind.  Chorus:   7. U stands for Unity, in which we all should join V is for the great Victory we gained at the Boyne; W stands for William, our famous commodore; and X is my last letter, and you can ask for nothing more.  Chorus:   DERRY'S DEATHLESS STORY  Behold the crimson banner float O'er yonder turret hoary; It tells of days of mighty note And Derry's deathless story When her brave sons undaunted stood Embattled to defend her, Indignant stemmed oppressions flood And sung out - "done Surrender!"  2. Old Derry's walls were firm and strong Well fenced in every quarter Each frowning bastion grim along With culverin and mortar: But Derry had a surer guard Than all that art could lend her: Her 'Prentice hearts the gates who barr'd And sung out - "No Surrender!"   3. On came the foe, in bigot ire, And fierce the assault was given, By shot and shell, 'mid streams of fire, Her fated roof was riven; But baffled was the tyrant's wrath, And vain his hopes to bend her, For still, 'mid famine, fire and death, And sung out - "No Surrender!"   4. Again when treason madden'd round, And rebel hordes were swarming, Were Derry's sons the foremost found, For King and country Ireland. And forth they rush'd at honor's call, From age to boyhood tender, Again to man their virgin wall, And sing out - "No Surrender!"   5. Long may the crimson banner wave, A meteor streaming airy, Portentious of the free and brave, Who guard the walls of Derry; And Derry's sons alike defy Pope, traitor or pretender And peal to Heaven the 'Prentice cry Their patriot - "No Surrender!"   NO SURRENDER  Today we meet a civic band In proud congratulation To celebrate the gallant stand Which saved our faith and nation No recreant fear shall hush the cheer Which waks us to remember The closing gate and boyish feat Of glorious old December.  Chorus: Then raise the cheer to freemen dear And toast each brave defender For nought imparts to Derry hearts A thrill like No surrender.   2. Brave hearts they stuck the rallying blow For each loved home and altar Nor traitor friend nor bigot foe Their plighted faith could falter Old Walker's zeal and Murray's steel Came in their need to cheer them And sallies great from open gate Soon taught their foe to fear them.  Chorus:   3. Gainst Mighty odds they held their wall Through plague and grim starvation Combined to cause their city's fall And crush the hapless nation True to their trust no craven durst E'en breathe the word SURRENDER For gathering ill but nerved the will Of each resolved Defender!  Chorus:   4. Till townward on Foyle's rising tide Brave Browning's vessel bounded A shock-a crash-a belched broadside And victory's note has sounded Then banded here, from year to year We'll cherish the proud story Come weal or woe no plotting foe Shall rob us of our glory!  Chorus:   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.