'Twas a cold and grey November morn, as I left Belfast town,
In a cold and lonely prison van, for Long Kesh I was bound,
'Cause my spirit was unbroken and my heart was still un-found,
Why, I knew that i'd soon be with the men behind the wire.
When the judge had passed my sentence and the warder took me down,
I cried out no surrender bless the red hand and the crown,
But grant me just one favour, that is my one desire,
Please let me serve my sentence with the men behind the wire.
There were many things so strange to me and many more I knew,
His only cry was Loyalty to the old red white and blue,
And the love for dear old Ulster, Even in the darkest hour,
He'd shine with them these loyal men, the men behind the wire.
And when this war is over and our victory is won,
Let us not forget the sacrifice made by these loyal sons,
They were staunch and true for me and you so lift your glasses higher,
Where would we have been without them, the men behind the wire.
On a cold winters morning, On a bus bound for Milltown,
There sat Michael Stone armed with hand grenades and guns,
With a smile as sleakit as a snake my friend and a Duffell coat to his knees,
He sat in the chapel with Gerry and Martin and listened to thier hail mary's.
Well he walked into the cemetary and hs spoke to the guards again,
They just waved and winked at him, As he walked on by,
And he stood in the crowds with all the people, as if he was one of thier own,
But as soon as they started talkin in Irish Micheal began to throw.
Well he knew when to hold them, Knew when to throw them,
Knew when to run, But he never he just walked away,
And the fenians started chasing him, There was twenty dozen more,
Michael stopped, Had a wee look, And threw a couple more.
Well he knew when to hold them, Knew when to throw them,
Knew when to run, But he never he just walked away,
And the fenians started chasing him, There was no hedges or alley's,
But it was Michael 3 - Milltown 0, Chucky your bollocks.
Well he knew when to hold them, Knew when to throw them,
Knew when to run, But he never he just walked away,
And the fenians started chasing him, There was no hedges or alley's,
But it was Michael 3 - Milltown 0, Chucky your bollocks.
Come all you men who gather here and listen to my plea,
Come fight for God and Ulster and maintain her liberty,
Come join the men from Armagh, and give a mighty cheer,
They're the men who do the business, the Mid-Ulster Volunteers.
So get up on your eet and follow me and join these men today,
These men who'll do their duty and destroy the I.R.A,
Come and join these brave young men, These men they are the best,
For the men who do the business, The Mid-Ulster U.V.F.
Through the years these men have fought and served against the 'Ra,
These men who fight for Ulster from the county of Armagh,
United by the conflict, United by their fears,
They're the men who do the business, The Mid-Ulster Volunteers.
So get up on your eet and follow me and join these men today,
These men who'll do their duty and destroy the I.R.A,
Come and join these brave young men, These men they are the best,
For the men who do the business, The Mid-Ulster U.V.F.
You can talk about your ceasfire, you can talk about your peace,
You can talk about de-commissioning arms until you're blue in the face,
You can talk about anything you want, but the talk down through the years,
Are the men who do the business, The Mid-Ulster Volunteers.
So get up on your eet and follow me and join these men today,
These men who'll do their duty and destroy the I.R.A,
Come and join these brave young men, These men they are the best,
For the men who do the business, The Mid-Ulster U.V.F.
