Red Hand Soldier

#1 by ulsterman , Mon Nov 01, 2010 2:29 pm

For i am a Red Hand Soldier, and there's no one any bolder,
Than the boys wear the berets, and a coat of royal blue,
We fear not any rebel, priests, soldiers or sinn fieners,
We're the boys who're in the column, when there's fighting to be done.

Now some are from the Shankill, and some are from the village,
But some are out of Antrim, in the hills of County Down,
But wether your a westman, a north, south or eastman,
It doesn't really matter, when you wear the red hand crown.

We'll have those rebels trembling, when they see our boys assembling,
We'll have them all a running, to the echoes of our guns,
We'll take on Dave O'Connell, and his corny rebel army,
For what the hell do we care, for a thousand fenian scum.

Now some are from the Shankill, and some are from the village,
But some are out of Antrim, in the hills of County Down,
But wether your a westman, a north, south or eastman,
It doesn't really matter, when you wear the red hand crown.

Well our country is a calling, from the men to bring her dawn in,
To strike a blow for freedom, and a land to call our own,
And stand shoulder to shoulder, you'll find the Red Hand Soldier,
His country and his people, to be free for ever more.

Now some are from the Shankill, and some are from the village,
But some are out of Antrim, in the hills of County Down,
But wether your a westman, a north, south or eastman,
It doesn't really matter, when you wear the red hand crown,
It doesn't really matter, when you wear the red hand crown.

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Date registered 10.29.2010


   

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