Oh father why are you so sad this 1st of July morn,
When Ulster men are proud and glad of the land where they were born,
Oh, Son i see in memory of days that used to be,
When being just a lad like you, I joined the Y.C.V.
In the hills and glens the call to arms were 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 iv'e told you why on July morn i sigh'd,
For i recall the comradeship on dark old day's gone by,
I recall the men that fought in the glen with rifle and grenade,
Oh may, heaven keep the men that sleep in the Y.C.V Brigade.
Oh may, heaven keep the men that sleep in the Y.C.V Brigade