Billy Gray Billy Gray will you not come to me,
Bright light has turned to darkness in this trench I cannot see,
And my sight has just been shattered by the shell that blinded me,
Fighting with the Armagh Brigade.
For I remember when all my associates in arms,
We gathered from towns all our villages and farms,
In answer to the echo of Carsons loud alarm,
We forme up the Armagh Brigade.
We took those smuggled rifles from off the Clyde Valley,
To fight the right for England or whatever enemy,
Who would bring us into bondage or deny our liberty,
We marched with the Armagh Brigade.
I've always been so puzzeled and I cannot understand,
Why we're fighting here in France and not in Ulsters land,
And knowing Englands promises are as firm as drifting sand,
I dont believe a word they say.
Now when we charged that morning with a great and mighty yell,
Right through the German trenches how far I cannot tell,
I prepared myself for heaven but I marched right into hell,
Along with the Armagh Brigade.
I hear the booming thunder and the stutter of the guns,
I hear the angry screaming of Ulsters fallen sons,
In this bloody slaughterhouse of the Battle of the Somme,
Im dyin' with the Armagh Brigade.
For Ulster is my heritage and Ulster is my cause,
I laugh at her futility her glory is a fraud,
But im bleeding heavily and I must go to God,
Im leavin' the Armagh Brigade.
Billy Gray, Billy Gray will you not come to me,
I'm far away from my home my wife and family,
Will you come and speak some comfort and be a friend to me,
If your not dead yet Billy Gray.