Come gather round my comrades, a saddened tale I'll tell
about upon a foreign land our brave young comrade fell
his young life fitted from this land so torn by bomb and strife
for Ulster's cause he gave his all and sacrificed his life.
Was on a cold St. Patrick's night when Lindseys life was shed
as to a bar where rebels were was a car bomb he was spared
but something happened on that night our comrades life was through
in a foreign land he gave his life in defense of all that's true.
We pray that by his sacrifice the world shall see the truth
his young life he gave valiantly his death was not in vain.
The Ulster flag with its red hand on this land shall remain.
So listen now you loyalists as this my tale I end
he gave his life for liberty, Ulster's people to defend
so lets remember always in letters aged and bold
remember well this young mans name and the story you've been told.
So lift a glass in Lindseys name and remember one and all
that while young lads like Lindsey fight Ulster's cause shall never fall
his life he gave so loyally the final price he paid
in Ulster's cause he lived and died to fight the IRA.