Songbook.

Southdown Militia.

I belong to an ould Regiment, whose deeds are often told,For on the field of battle, they are always brave and bold,Theyve loyal hearts to boot, and true as any steel, and the place they show their bravery is on the battle field.

Och-talk about your Kings Guards, Scots Greys and a, Sing about your Kilties and you Gallant Forty twa, And of evry other Regiment under the Kings command, But the South Down Militia are the terro of the land.

Oh boys, but it was grand when we in action first did join, Along with good King William at the battle of the Boyne, Says James Ill take the first train home tis more than I can stand,For the South Down Militia are the terror of the land.

When Kruger heard the Regiment was landed in Capetown, De Wet, says he we are lost, says he, theyve sent out the South Downs, Saya De Wet-if thats fact me son, we had better quit the Rand, For them South Down Militia are the terror of the land.

When at the Jubilee, the Irish Rifles they marched by, Her Majesty, observed them with a keen and martial eye, Och, Major Wallace, says the Queen, then boys of yours look grand, Och, hould your tongue, says Wolseley, thems the terror of the land.

When we went to Flanders for to fight the bloody hun, The Kaiser says to Von Der Glotz-The war is nearly done; I never thought the Orange Drum would beat the German band, But them South Down Militia are the terror of the land.

ENGLISHMANS COMMAND.OR THE SOMME

COME GATHER ALL MY COMRADES, ON THIS FIRST OF JULY MORN WHEN ULSTER MEN ARE PROUD AND GLAD OF THE LAND WHERE THEY WERE BORN, I WILL TELL YOU OF OUR VOUNTEERS AND HOW IT CAME TO PASS' AS WE WENT TO FIGHT FOR ENGLANDS CAUSE FAR AWAY FROM ULSTERS SHORES.

IT WAS IN THE DARK UNCERTAIN DAYS OF EARLY WORLD WAR ONE, WHEN ENGLAND SHORES WERE THEATENED BY THE JACKEL OF THE HUN, WHEN ENGLAND CRY FOR HELP WAS HEARD WE LET HER HAVE NO FEAR, AND ACROSS TO FLANDERS FIELDS WE DID SEND OUR ULSTER VOLUNTEERS.

IT WAS AT PLACE THEY CALLED THE SOMME ON THE FIRST DAY OF JULY THAT TWENTY THOUSAND ULSTER MEN PREPARED TO FIGHT AND DIE,THEY BRAVELY CHARGED THROUGH NO MANS LAND THE RED HAND FLYING HIGH THERE CRY WAS NO SURRENDER BOYS,OLD ULSTERS BATTLE CRY.

THE GERMANS IN THERE TRENCHES DEEP COULD SCARCE BELIEVE THERE EYES,WHEN UP AND CHARGED THE ULSTER MEN AND THEY HEARD THEIR BATTLE CRY, WHAT KIND OF MEN ARE THESE THEY SAID WHO WOULD LEAVE THERE NATIVE LAND, FOR TO DIE UPON A BATTLE FIELD AND WHAT IS THAT STRANGE RED HAND.

NOW ON AND ON THEY WENT THAT DAY WHERE OTHERS FEARED TO TREAD,AND ON THE WIRE AND IN THE MUD,THEY LEFT BEHIND THEIR DEAD, BUT THE ONLY FLAG TO FLY THAT DAY BEHIND THE GERMAN LINES WAS THE OLD RED HAND OF ULSTER WITH ITS SHAMROCK BOUND IN NINE.

NOW THOSE WHO LEFT CAME HOME AGAIN WHAT CHANGES DID THEY FIND THE COUNTIES THAT MADE ULSTER UP NO LONGER NUMBERED NINE,THREE COUNTIES HAD BEEN STOLE AWAY BY THOSE THEY FOUGHT TO SAVE,YES THIS WAS ENGLANDS GRATITUDE FOR THE SACRIFICE THEY MADE.

NOW COME GATHER ALL MY COMRADES ON THIS FIRST OF JULY MORN,WHEN ULSTER MEN ARE PROUD AND GLAD OF THE LAND WHERE THEY WERE BORN,BUT NEVER MORE BE SENT AWAY TO FIGHT IN A FOREIGN LAND AND DIE FOR SOME ELSES CAUSE AT A ENGLISHMANS COMMAND.

HERE LIES A SOLDIER

IN DUNGEON DEEP,I KNOW WHAT FATE 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 U.V.F.

CHORUS

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 U.V.F.

SO GENTLY DRAPE THE RED HAND ROUND MY SHOULDER PIN NO HEROES MEDALS ON MY CHEST BUT IF THEY ASK YOU,WILL YOU KINDLY TELL THEM HERE LIES A SOLDIER OF THE U.V.F.

CHORUS:-

LOYAL HEART

FROM LOYAL VEINS MY LIFE I DREW IN LOYAL ARMS I LAY,FROM LOYAL LIPS THAT LESSON 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

THEY 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'M LOYAL STILL,THEY NEVER CAN DECREETO FORCE RETREAT OR STOP THE BEAT THE LOYAL HEART IN ME.

AT TIMES I SIGH,AT TIME I REST AMID SCENES AND FACES STRANGE THE PASSING YEARS HAVE IN MY BREAST,BOUGHT LITTLE OR NO CHANGE MEMORIES OF OLD EVER BRIGHT I HOLD SINCE ROCKET ON LOYAL KNEE AND FOR HER SAKE NO JAIL WILL BREAK THIS LOYAL HEART IN ME.

WILL YOU STAND

OH! WILL YOU STAND.OH! WILL YOU STAND WITH THE ULSTER VOLUNTEER FORCE AS A PATRIOTIC BAND WOULD YOU FIGHT UNTIL THE DEATH WOULD YOU JOIN THE U.V. IF YOU CAN YOU'RE A MAN THEN YOU'LL STAND.

CHORUS:

AND WHEN THE SOUND OR THE BATTLE IS OVER IT'S SHOULDER TO SHOULDER WE'LL STAND TO REMEMBER THE BRAVE YOUNG ULSTER SOLDIERS WHO FOUGHT FOR THE FLAG OF THE RED HAND

OH!WILL YOU STAND.OH!WILL YOU STAND WOULD YOU FIGHT FOR GOD AND ULSTER AND TO KEEP IT BRITISH LAND WITH RIFLE AND GRENADE,WOULD YOU SERVE THE OLD THE BRIGADE IF YOU YOU CAN YOU'RE A MAN THEN YOU'LL STAND.

CHORUS

OH! WILL YOU STAND.OH WILL YOU STAND WOULD YOU BEAR AND SWEAR ALLEGIENCE-TO THE FLAG OF THE RED HAND,WOULD YOU FIGHT AND NEVER FEAR WITH THE ULSTER VOLUNTEERS,IF YOU CAN YOU'RE A MAN THEN YOU'LL STAND

CHORUS

OH! WILL YOU STAND.OH! WILL YOU STAND,WOULD YOU TRAVEL THE ROAD WHERE THE BRAVE AND BOLD MUST GO WOULD YOU WEAR THE BLACK COCKADE- WOULD YOU SERVE THE OLD BRIGADE IF YOU CAN YOU'RE A MAN THEN YOU'LL STAND

CHORUS

DEDICATION TO ROBERT "SQUEAK" SEYMOUR

DRINK TO THE MEMORY OF THE BRAVE,THE FEARLESS AND THE FEW SOME LIE FAR OF BENEATH THE WAVES,SOME SLEEP IN ULSTER TOO THOUGH ALL ARE GONE THEIR FAME LIVES ON, THE NAMES OF THOSE WHO DIED AND PROUD AND TRUE THESE MEN LIKE YOU REMEMBER THEM WITH PRIDE.

SOME COME LISTEN TO MY STORY NOW OF A BRAVE YOUNG ULSTER MAN WHOSE LIFE WAS CRUELLY TAKEN BY A REBEL'S MURDERING HAND HE'S A MAN THAT WE WILL REMEMBER,AND A FRIEND FOR EVERMORE IN MEMORY OF A VOLUNTEER ONE ROBERT "SQUEAK" SEYMOUR.

LET THOSE OF YOU WHO TREMBLE,LET THOSE OF YOU WHO FEAR THE AVENGING HAND OF ULSTER,IT WILL FIND YOU FAR OR NEAR AND ONE NIGHT WHILE YOU ARE SLEEPING,THE HAND UPON THE DOOR WILL BE THE HAND OF AN ULSTER VOLUNTEER,ONE ROBERT "SQUEAK" SEYMOUR.

YOU MAY THINK MY STORY FINISHED NOW,YOU MAY THINK MY STORY TOLD AND THE MAN THAT I HAVE SPOKE OF, HE LIES IN THE GROUND SO COLD BUT KNOW HE IS ALWAYS WITH US,HE IS HERE WITH US TODAY FOR THE TRUTH IS ROBERT SEYMOUR HE WILL NEVER FADE AWAY.

LET US PLEDGE NOT TO FORGET HIM AND REMEMBER EVERMORE THAT HERE,HERE LIES A VOLUNTEER ONE ROBERT "SQUEAK" SEYMOR

THE SPIRIT OF ULSTER

THERE IS A SPIRIT IN EVERY HEART WE KNOW,THAT HELPS TO GUIDE US IN OUR FIGHT AGAINST THE FOES,AND THROUGH THE YEARS HAS ERASED OUR FEARS,STANDS NOW AS A TRIBUTE TO THE MEMORIES-OF OUR FALLEN VOLUNTEERS.

CHOURUS.

FEEL THE WIND OF CHANGE THROUGH THE LAND,FEEL THE SPIRT OF THE RED HAND,AND IN THE COLD DARK NIGHT,KEEP IT SHINING BRIGHT,CARRY IT LIKE A FLAME IN YOUR HEART,CARRY IT LIKE A FLAME.

AND THROUGH ITS HISTORY,OUR PEOPLE THEY HAVE FOUGHT TO MAINTAIN THIS UNION,WHILE OTHERS THEY HAVE SOUGHT TO SAY,OR TAKE AWAY,THE SPIRIT THAT REMAINS WITHIN,THE HEART OF EVERY ULSTERMAN TODAY.

GUNRUNNERS

WHEN I WAS EIGHTEEN YEARS OF AGE,IN CARSON'S ARMY I ENGAGED,TO FIGHT FOR ULSTER AGAINST HOME RULE,A MAUSER RIFFLE WAS MY TOOL.ON COVENANT DAY MY FIRST PARADE,WHEN OVER HALF A MILLION PROMISED AID. WE GO TO FIGHT THE ENEMY NOW,SO WE LANDED FIFTY-THOUSAND GUNS AT LARNE.

that april night i'll never forget,dispersing guns to face the threat.throughout the length of our beloved land,the die was cast,we made our stand.but another foe before us now,home rule was dead beneath the plough.when across to frace our divisions sailed,britain called,we would not fail.when across to france our divisions sailed,britain called,we would not fail.

WE WERE GUNRUNNERS,GUNRUNNERS.

SO THE STORY'S TOLD AND IT'S UNDERSTOOD,OF A CHARGE THAT MORNING,THIEPVAL WOOD.WHEN ULSTER'S FLOWER,THEIR LIVES DID GIVE,SO THAT WE AT HOME IN FREEDOM LIVE.WELL ALAS I FELL ON SOMME'S GREAT SHORE,BUT NOT A LONE,THERE WERTE THOUSANDS MORE,FROM EVERY STREET,TOWN AND DALE,A FATHER,SON OR BROTHER FELL.FROM EVERY STREE,TOWN AND DALE A FATHER,SON OR BROTHER FELL.

THEY WERE GUNRUNNERS,GUNRUNNERDS.YES GUNRUNNERS.

THE PRISON YEARS

I STILL RECALL THE MOMENT,WHEN MY FATHER WENT AWAY THEY LOCKED HIM UP IN LONGKESH,FOR BEING LOYAL SO THEY SAY I HEARED HE WAS A HERO IN THE U.V.F. IT SEEMS THEY TOLD ME TO BE PROUD OF HIM,TO HOLD ON TO HIS DREAM SO I TOOK THE OATH AND JOINED THEM,THE MEN IN SWEENEYS TEAM

THE YEARS WENT BY SO QUICKLY,AND THEY SET MY FATHER FREE WE'D HAEDLY BEEN TOGETHER,WHEN THE BASTARDS GOT ME ,I BECAME A LOYALIST PRISONER,AS MY FATHER HAD BEFORE,I LEARNED THE PRICE OF FREEDOM,AT THE SLAMMING OF THE DOOR AND MY LOVE FOR ULSTER LIVED WITH ME,EVEN IN THESE DAYS.

CHORUS:

SAY IT LOUD,SAY IT CLEAR I'M A SOLDIER,AN ULSTER VOLUNTEER,PROUD TO BE,A Y.C.V. ANDTO SERVE WITH THE MEN IN SWEENEYS TEAM

MY FATHER CAME TO SEE ME,AS OFTEN AS HE COULD HIS KNOWLEDGE WAS ASTOUNDING,HIS ADVISE WAS ALWAYS GOOD REMEMBER WHERE YOU COME FROM,KEEP YOUR HEAD HELD HIGH BE PROUD OF YOUR HISTORY,ULSTERS FLAG MUST FLY AND IF YOU DON'T GIVE UP DON'T GIVE IN, YOU'LL WIN THE FIGHT SOME DAY

CHORUSI WASN'T THERE THAT EVENING,WHEN MY FATHER PASSED AWAY AND THOUGH HE HADN'T SPOKEN,I KNEW JUST WHAT HE'D SAY BE TRUE TO YOUR RELIGION,REMEMBER QUEENCROWN,ALWAYS LOVE YOUR COMRADES,NEVER LET THEM DOWN THATS WHAT HE WOULD HAVE TOLD ME,IN THE LIVING YEARS.

CHORUS X3:

In a town just north of Belfast

In a town just north of Belfast the white houses row on row there was raised an Ulster family how proudly they did grow

Now the proud and happy parents watched their son grow to a man and they taught him truth and justice in this part of Ulsters land

One day their  came a letter With his comrades he would go To a land across the water where the tears and blood would flow

So he bade farewell to Ulster and next morning at the dawn a broken hearted mother Sent her son off to the SOMME

One night as she lay sleeping in a dream there at the door stood a handsome looking soldier the KIng's colours he had on

He said mother don't ye know me let me in I'm  feelin' cold but the crimson blood upon his chest his fateful story told

In a town just north of Belfast where a father proudly cried and a broken hearted mother wiped the tears falling from her eyes

At a graveyard full of people the white crosses row on row where he sleeps beside this comrades now in a fields where the red Poppies grow

HE SLEEPS BESIDE HIS COMRADES NOW IN A FIELD WHERE THE RED POPPIES GROW

(god bless all who served in the 36th Ulster Division, Battle of the Somme, 1916)FLOWER OF ULSTER

Flower Of Ulster A soldier boy was leaving his sweetheart one fine day with sad farewells and broken hearts he wiped her tears aways

she pinned to him a Lily as he kissed his love goodbye THE FLOWER OF DEAR OLD ULSTER that will never wither n die

across the seas he travelled to a land so far away where generations of loyal hearts were sacrificed that day

he took with him a Lily when he kissed his love goodbye THE FLOWER OF DEAR OLD ULSTER that will never wither n die

chorus

It was only an ORANGE LILY she pinned upon his breast On a cold and early July morn they laid him down to rest now the only flowers that bloom in the poppy fields so red Is the Orange Lily of Ulster that will flower over his head

Now she sits n dreams her memories for her love has never died and time will grant her wishes and take her to his side and through the years she treasured the day they said goodbye SHE WHISPERED TAKE MY LOVE WITH YOU IT WILL NEVER WITHER N DIE

chorus

It was only an ORANGE LILY she pinned upon his breast On a cold and early July morn they laid him down to rest now the only flowers that bloom in the poppy fields so red Is the Orange Lily of Ulster that will flower over his head

PRIVATE WILLIAM MCBRIDE

And how do ye do young WIllie McBride Do ye mind if i sit here down by yer graveside to rest for a while 'neath the warm summer sun I've been walking all day boys am I nearly done I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen when you joined the great fallen back in 1916 well I hope you died well and I hope you died clean but young Willie McBride was it sad and obscene

chorus

well did they beat the drum slowly did they play the fife lowly did they sound the death march as they lowered you down did the band play the last post of course or did the pipes play the flowers of the forest

did ye leave a young wife or a sweetheart behind in some faithful heart is your memory enshrined although you died back there in 1916 in that faithful heart you're forever nineteen or are you a stranger without even name enclosed and forgotten behind a glass frame in an old photograph, torn, battered n stained that's faded to yellow in a brown leather frame

chorus

well did they beat the drum slowly did they play the fife lowly did they sound the death march as they lowered you down did the band play the last post of course or did the pipes play the flowers of the forest

well the sun how it shines on those green fields of France and there's a warm summer breeze it makes the red poppies dance but look how the sun shines from under the clouds there's no gas, no barbed wire, there's no guns firing now but here in this graveyard sure its still no mans land where the countless white crosses lie new in the sand cos for mans blind indifference towards his fellow man sure a whole generation were butchered and damned

chorus

well did they beat the drum slowlydid they play the fife lowly did they sound the death march as they lowered you down did the band play the last post of course or , did the pipes play the flowers of the forest

well young Willie McBride I cant stop wondering why do all those who lie here , know why did they die did they really believe, when they answered the call did they really believe ,that this war would end wars but they saw all the suffering, sure the glory, the pain sure the killing ,and the dying, was all done in vain for young Willie McBride it all happened again and again and again and again and again

chorus

well did they beat the drum slowly did they play the fife lowly did they sound the death march as they lowered you down did the band play the last post of course or did the pipes play the flowers of the forest

WHERE ARE YOU NOW PRIVATE WILLIAM MC BRIDE?????????????????????????

Londonderry on 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

U.D.R.4

I'm a young Ulster Soldier from north of the border I'm one of the U.D.R 4 They charged me murder just me and no other Now I am a lifer called Neil Latimer

They locked me away where the sweet light of day Half reaches my Prison Cell door But no matter how long i'll fight on and on As one of the U.D.R 4

Chorus:

Free Free I just want to be As free as the wind and the rain and the sea Free Free I just want to be Out where the rivers run free So strike up the drum let me shoulder my gun Let the flutes play the Sash that my dear father wore Open the gates let me rejoin my mates As one of the U.D.R 4

Together again we'll fight as young men As our forefathers did in the great days of yore And the IRA scum over the border will run In the charge of the U.D.R. 4

(chorus)

So strike up the drum let me shoulder my gun Let the flutes play the Sash that my dear father wore Open the gates let me rejoin my mates As one of the U.D.R 4

Together again we'll fight as young men As our forefathers did in the great days of yore And the IRA scum over the border will run In the charge of the U.D.R. 4

UDR4 is especialy added to this site for my wife eileen.

ULSTER GIRL    (Where would we be without her?)

An Ulster Girl in heart and soul, I love our dear old land I honour those who in her cause lift voice or pen or hand And may I die before I see this land we fought to save In Rebel Hands and I at worst the mother of the slaves Through many bloody times of old, old Ulsters heart has bled But still she makes her enemy know her spirit has not fled God bless the men who for her sake their love and freedom gave God bless the mothers of these sons who nursed no cowardly slaves

Chorus:

The Ulster Girl is me, i'll tell you honestly That i'd die to keep this land of ours still free And if we lost our freedom, my heart would break in two And if I couldn't stay here I don't know what i'd do

God bless the men who make their stand, we've put them to the test I'd give to you all treasures grand, who served his country best And if he fails i'd rather lie beside him in the grave Than wed a meek apologist and be the mother of a slave

chorus

The Ulster Girl is me, i'll tell you honestly That i'd die to keep this land of ours still free That i'd die to keep this land of ours still free

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.

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

Chorus: 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   c horus  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    ARMAGH BRIGADE   Billy Gray Billy Gray will you not come to me Bright light has turned to darkness in this trench I cannot see And my sight has just been shattered by the shell that blinded me Fighting with the Armagh Brigade    For I remember when all my associates in arms We gathered from towns all our villages and farms In answer to the echo of Carsons loud alarm We forme up the Armagh Brigade    We took those smuggled rifles from off the Clyde Valley To fight the right for England or whatever enemy Who would bring us into bondage or deny our liberty We marched with the Armagh Brigade    I've always been so puzzeled and I cannot understand Why we're fighting here in France and not in Ulsters land And knowing Englands promises are as firm as drifting sand I dont believe a word they say    Now when we charged that morning with a great and mighty yell Right through the German trenches how far I cannot tell I prepared myself for heaven but I marched right into hell Along with the Armagh Brigade    I hear the booming thunder and the stutter of the guns I hear the angry screaming of Ulsters fallen sons In this bloody slaughterhouse of the Battle of the Somme Im dyin' with the Armagh Brigade    For Ulster is my heritage and Ulster is my cause I laugh at her futility her glory is a fraud But im bleeding heavily and I must go to God Im leavin' the Armagh Brigade    Billy Gray, Billy Gray will you not come to me I'm far away from my home my wife and family Will you come and speak some comfort and be a friend to me If your not dead yet Billy Gray  POPPY FIELDS    Theres a town just north of Belfast white houses row on row Where was raised an Ulster family how proudly they did grow Now proud and happy parents watched there son grow to a man And they taught him truth and justice in this part of Ireland   Then one day there came a letter with his comrades he would go To a plce across the water where the tears and blood would flow So he waved farewell to Ulster and next morning at the dawn A broken hearted mother sent her son off to the Somme   Then one night as she lay sleeping in a dream there at the door Stood a handsome looking soldier the Kings colours he had wore He said mother dont you know me let me in im feeling cold But the crimson blood upon his chest the fateful story told   Theres a town just north of Belfast where a father proudly cries And a broken hearted mother wipes the tears falling from her eyes Theres a graveyard north of Theipval the white crosses row on row Where he sleeps beside his comrades now In the fields where the red poppies grow Yes he sleeps beside his comrades now In the fields where the red poppies grow    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  NUMBER FIVE  Gallant men defend our rights Through this land both day and night Gallant men that serve and strive God and Ulster and Number Five  Famous deeds will now unfold Handed down now to be told Famous deeds that will survive Fame and glory and Number Five  Through these years of ill repute Fighting men we now salute Fighting men simply the best These are the men of the U.V.F  Gallant men that serve and strive God and Ulster and Number Five Famous deeds that will survive Fame and glory and Number Five SOME GAVE ALL I had a friend called Trevor King a lot of people new his name And a friend to all was he A volunteer right from the start He fought for Ulster with all his heart Just to keep his province free I wont forget the day that he died I wont forget the look in his eye Or these words that he said to me  chorus All gave some, Some gave all Some came through for the red white and blue Some had to fall So if you ever think of me Think of all your liberties, and recall That some gave all  Trevor King is no longer hee, but his words ring oh so clear And they travel, across our land For his friends he gave his all, stood his ground and took the fall Just to help his fellow man So love your country and live it proud And dont forget all those men who died My people can you see  chorus:-   ULSTER BADGE They've an Ulster badge upon their breast These are the men of the U.V.F Men who mean these words he'd say To fight against the I.R.A  Now big Trevor was our number one Swore to fight the rebel scum To all his men these words he'd say Death to all the I.R.A  These fighting men from far and wide Hell towards they fought and died Now their sons let their fathers rest To guard the badge of the U.V.F  Now watch these men they dress in black And when they move they never turn back And when the scums reduced to tears It's one more victory for the Volunteers  So on your feet and toast with me To the U.V.F and victory For we'll win and do our best For we are the men of the U.V.F  repeat first verse:-  SUICIDE BATTALION  Proudly they guard this land from shore to shore Bravley they stand for Ulster evermore Secret in deeds courage is the test Of the suicide battalion of the U.V.F  They fought and they won the battle of the some But for Blair and Dublin the fight will still go on For God and for ULster is cast on every breath Of the suicide battalion of the U.V.F  and some day soon they'll go proudly on parade Shoulder to shoulder right up the Shankill Road Loudly we'll cheer the heroes of the west The suicide battalion of the U.V.F  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  U.V.F HERO A hero comes to our town tomorrow A men who's been sent to set us free He's wearing an Ulster badge it's true And carrying flags red white and blue And we will be waiting here and ready To lift up our arms at his command A UVF soldier bold and true An army of men to follow through   chorus And our flags will fly on high forever And our sons will sing our victory song Our voices will rise with one accord now For we have been silent far too long  We'll march forward on the road together Our leader will help us to stand strong The hero will purge the rebel band And he will reclaim our glorios land And when we have got the rebels running Surrendering to our mighty flag The red white and blue will fly on high And Ulster is free will be our cry  repeat chorus twice: For we have been silent far too long   SWEENEYS (men in number two)  Now come listen to my words, verse or two I'll say In memory of these men, who fight for us today Across the streets of Ulster, the faithful and the few But the bravest of them all are the men in number two   If Ulster had been traitors, when Britain went to war We,d be much better thought of, much better than we are Sinn Fein they are applauded for the deeds that they will do But there's no applause from Britain, for the men of number two  So come and stand in memory, for those who fought and died Who gave their lives for Ulster, come remember them with pride Come and stand in memory, together me and you With Frenchie and with Herbie, and the men in number two  We'll stand firm here in Ulster, for upon some future day She may rue this great betrayal. and perhaps it is to late And once again have cause to call upon the chosen few The Ulster Volunteers, and the men in number two  So come and stand in memory for those who fought and died Who gave their lives for Ulster, come remember them with pride Come and stand in memory, together me and you With Frenchie and with Herbie, and the men in number two   Songs of Loyalty   A FATHERS ADVICE  Said 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  Chorus: 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  (chorus)  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  (chorus) 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?  Chorus:  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  (chorus)  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 (chorus)  HANDS ACROSS THE WATER  Just across the Irish Sea Stirs a heart of Loyalty Raised in Honour and in dignity Drives a will to keep us British free Not alone are we on this journey For in a land just across the sea Is a hand that reaches out in friendship And a bond thats lasted centuries  And it's hands across the water Reaching out for you and me For Queen, For Ulster and For Scotland Helps to keep our Loyal people free Let the cry be "No Surrender" Let no-one doubt this Loyalty Reaching out to the Brave Red Hand of Ulster Is the hand across the sea  repeat second verse) (repeat first verse)  Y.C.V Oh father why are you so sad this 1st of July morn When Ulster men are proudly glad of the land where they were born Oh son I see in memory of the things that used to be When being just a lad like you, I joined the Y.C.V  From the hills and glens the call to arms was heard by one and all And from the glens came brave young men to answer Ulsters call T'was long ago we faced the foe, the Y.C.V and me And by my side they fought and died, that Ulster might be free    So now my son i've told you why on July morn I sigh For I recall my Comrades all in dark gone days gone by I recall the men who fought in the glen with rifle and grenade May heaven keep the men that sleep in the Y.C.V Brigade      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

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