Ulster Girl

#1 by ulsterman , Mon Nov 01, 2010 3:04 pm

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.

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.

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.

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Date registered 10.29.2010


   

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