Gunrunners

#1 by ulsterman , Mon Nov 01, 2010 1:25 pm

When I was eighteen years of age,
In Carson's army I engaged,
To fight for Ulster against home rule,
A mauser rifle 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,
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,
Throught the length of our beloved land,
The die was cast, we made our stand,
But another foe was before us now,
Home rule was dead beneath the plough,
When across to France 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 storys told and its understood,
Of a charge that morning, Thiepval Wood,
When Ulsters flower their lives did give,
So that we at home could in freedom live,
Well alas I fell on the Sommes great shore,
But not alone there were thousands more,
From every street, town and dale,
A father, son or brother fell,
From every street, town or dale,
A father, son or brother fell.

They were Gunrunners, Gunrunners. Yes Gunrunners.

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