I'm a young Ulster Soldier from north of the border,
I'm one of the U.D.R 4,
They charged me with murder just me and no other,
Now I am a lifer called Neil Latimer.
They locked me away where the sweet light of day,
Half reaches my Prison Cell door,
But no matter how long i'll fight on and on,
As one of the U.D.R 4.
Free Free I just want to be,
As free as the wind and the rain and the sea,
Free Free I just want to be,
Out where the rivers run free,
So strike up the drum let me shoulder my gun,
Let the flutes play the Sash that my dear father wore,
Open the gates let me rejoin my mates,
As one of the U.D.R 4.
Together again we'll fight as young men,
As our forefathers did in the great days of yore,
And the IRA scum over the border will run,
In the charge of the U.D.R. 4.
Free Free I just want to be,
As free as the wind and the rain and the sea,
Free Free I just want to be,
Out where the rivers run free,
So strike up the drum let me shoulder my gun,
Let the flutes play the Sash that my dear father wore,
Open the gates let me rejoin my mates,.
As one of the U.D.R 4.
So strike up the drum let me shoulder my gun,
Let the flutes play the Sash that my dear father wore,
Open the gates let me rejoin my mates,
As one of the U.D.R 4.
Together again we'll fight as young men,
As our forefathers did in the great days of yore,
And the IRA scum over the border will run,
In the charge of the U.D.R. 4.
A hero comes to our town tomorrow,
A men who's been sent to set us free,
He's wearing an Ulster badge it's true,
And carrying flags red white and blue,
And we will be waiting here and ready,
To lift up our arms at his command,
A UVF soldier bold and true,
An army of men to follow through.
And our flags will fly on high forever,
And our sons will sing our victory song,
Our voices will rise with one accord now,
For we have been silent far too long.
We'll march forward on the road together,
Our leader will help us to stand strong,
The hero will purge the rebel band,
And he will reclaim our glorios land,
And when we have got the rebels running,
Surrendering to our mighty flag,
The red white and blue will fly on high,
And Ulster is free will be our cry.
nd our flags will fly on high forever,
And our sons will sing our victory song,
Our voices will rise with one accord now,
For we have been silent far too long.
nd our flags will fly on high forever,
And our sons will sing our victory song,
Our voices will rise with one accord now,
For we have been silent far too long.
For we have been silent far too long.
They've an Ulster badge upon their breast,
These are the men of the U.V.F,
Men who mean these words he'd say,
To fight against the I.R.A.
Now big Trevor was our number one,
Swore to fight the rebel scum,
To all his men these words he'd say,
Death to all the I.R.A.
These fighting men from far and wide,
Hell towards they fought and died,
Now their sons let their fathers rest,
To guard the badge of the U.V.F.
Now watch these men they dress in black,
And when they move they never turn back,
And when the scums reduced to tears,
It's one more victory for the Volunteers.
So on your feet and toast with me,
To the U.V.F and victory,
For we'll win and do our best,
For we are the men of the U.V.F.
They've an Ulster badge upon their breast,
These are the men of the U.V.F,
Men who mean these words he'd say,
To fight against the I.R.A.
An Ulster Girl in heart and soul, I love our dear old land,
I honour those who in her cause lift voice or pen or hand,
And may I die before I see this land we fought to save,
In Rebel Hands and I at worst the mother of the slaves.
Through many bloody times of old, old Ulsters heart has bled,
But still she makes her enemy know her spirit has not fled,
God bless the men who for her sake their love and freedom gave,
God bless the mothers of these sons who nursed no cowardly slaves.
The Ulster Girl is me, i'll tell you honestly,
That i'd die to keep this land of ours still free,
And if we lost our freedom, my heart would break in two,
And if I couldn't stay here I don't know what i'd do.
God bless the men who make their stand, we've put them to the test,
I'd give to you all treasures grand, who served his country best,
And if he fails i'd rather lie beside him in the grave,
Than wed a meek apologist and be the mother of a slave.
The Ulster Girl is me, i'll tell you honestly,
That i'd die to keep this land of ours still free,
That i'd die to keep this land of ours still free.
Ulster my home
I'll leave you never
Ulster my home
Sweeter than ever
Though far I may roam
The bonds never sev're
Ulster my home
Ulster forever.
Now the steep glens of Antrim
Keep calling to me
The county of Derry
I'm longing to see
The hills of Fermanagh
Armagh and Tyrone
The sweep of the down land
Keeps calling me home.
Ulster my home
I'll leave you never
Ulster my home
Sweeter than ever
Though far I may roam
The bonds never sev're
Ulster my home
Ulster forever.
The blue sky above me
The deep rolling sea
The green velvet meadows
The soft blowing breeze
The old village church bells
How sweetly they chime
The rose covered cottage
The wild mountain tyme.
Ulster my home
I'll leave you never
Ulster my home
Sweeter than ever
Though far I may roam
The bonds never sev're
Ulster my home
Ulster forever.
One Tuesday night on a Belfast quay side,
Two riflemen stood, my comrade and I,
We'd grown up together but soon would be parted,
Then all of a sudden another man cried,
Goodbye mother, fare thee well to Belfast.
I wont see you till my time here is done,
For many a year I must walk amongst strangers,
And God only knows if I'll ever return.
Now one year has passed and the soldier lies dying,
While out on the field he lays breathing his last,
His comrades in battle around him did gather,
And slowly he tells them the tales of his past.
O' tell them I died for my King and my Country,
O' tell them I died 'neath the Red, White and Blue,
O' tell them I died for the honour of Ulster,
What more can this brave Ulster Rifleman do.
O' tell them he died for his King and his Country,
And ask them what more must these Ulstermen do.
O'er waters deep, my heart will soar
Onward west, to Ulster's shore
And when I touch that sweet green land
With loyal comrades, I will stand.
'cross heathered hill and misty glen
To meet my fellow countrymen
And when I reach old Ulster's shore
My heart will stay forever more.
From England's green and pleasant land
With loyal Ulster I will stand
O'er hill and dale, 'cross lake and sea
On Ulster's shore I long to be.
Through valley deep, o'er mountain high
My spirit soars through cloudless sky
Land of my fathers, from Wales I roam
To Ulster's shore, my home from home.
O'er waters deep, my heart will soar
Onward west, to Ulster's shore
And when I touch that sweet green land
With loyal comrades, I will stand.
O'er waters deep, my heart will soar
Onward west, to Ulster's shore
And when I touch that sweet green land
With loyal comrades, I will stand.
Gather round and i'll tell you a story,
a story thats old but its true,
Its a story about dear old Ulster,
And our love for the Red, White and Blue.
Many times has our freedom been threatened,
By our enemies over the sea,
But the true loyal sons of old Ulster,
Fought so beravely to keep Ulster free.
From the Woodstock, The Newton and the Shankill,
Sandyrow, Crumlin Road and Ardoyne,
To defend what our forefathers died for,
Years ago on the banks of the Boyne.
So take heed all you treacherous rebels,
Gather arms now before its too late,
For you never will rule over Ulster,
And death surely will be your fate.
From the Woodstock, The Newton and the Shankill,
Sandyrow, Crumlin Road and Ardoyne,
To defend what our forefathers died for,
Years ago on the banks of the Boyne.
So take heed all you treacherous rebels,
Gather arms now before its too late,
For you never will rule over Ulster,
And death surely will be your fate.
Come all ye young Brethren
And listen to me
And pledge that your country
Stays loyal and free
And step proudly forth
Each twelfth of July
And let Dublin know now
That Ulster won't die
And if you love your country
You'll stand up and cry
That the times they are a changing.
For people in Dublin
With their gold, white and green
They don't want the Border
They don't want the Queen
But the Queen and the Border
We'll never deny
We'll fight to defend them
So Ulster won't die
And if you love your country
You'll stand up and cry
That the times they are a changing.
Now Armagh and Antrim
Londonderry and Down
Tyrone and Fermanagh
Remain true to the Crown
They remember Lord Carson
His famous reply
No home rule for Ireland
And Ulster won't die
And if you love your country
You'll stand up and cry
That the times they are a changing.
For the red hand of Ulster
The red, white and blue
Are the symbols of Freedom
For me and for you
Let your watch word be courage
Let your Union Jack fly
For we won't surrender
And Ulster won't die
And if you love your country
You'll stand up and cry
That the times they are a changing.
In the counties of Antrim, Fermanagh and Down
Where a proud people pledge thier support for the crown
From Armagh, Londonderry and County Tyrone
The people of Ulster fight terror alone
And through many a battle in centuries past
From the Boyne and the Somme to the streets of Belfast
The people stood firm, No Surrender thier cry
And all over Ulster the red hand would fly.
Then after Good Friday they cried 'Peace at last'
No more of the violence that haunted our past
An end to the hate between 'fenians' and 'huns'
A Political process to silence the guns
But the Loyalist people refused to endorse
This cowardly sop to republican force
For out on the streets, midst the blood and the smoke
An evil conspired to remove British folk.
When will the people of Ulster be free?
When will the bells ring to sound liberty?
When will we rise up and answer the call?
For united we stand and devided we fall.
Glenburn, Cluan Place and the Fountain Estate
Once safe British places, now targets of hate
And all over Ulster, despite what we hear
Loyal citizens live in a climate of fear
And a hostile media spread lie after lie
Whilst the traitors in Parliament turn a blind eye
They say end of Empire and time to unite
But the Loyalists of Ulster won't give up the fight.
When will the people of Ulster be free?
When will the bells ring to sound liberty?
When will we rise up and answer the call?
For united we stand and devided we fall.
So what will become of the streets we once knew
No murals of Ulster, no red white and blue
No Loyalist companions, no family and friends
Just an uncertain future as Britishness ends
But we'll all stand together and raise the red hand
And drive out the evil that threatens our land
The flute bands will play and our freedom will riegn
And this land will be free of all suffering and pain.
When will the people of Ulster be free?
When will the bells ring to sound liberty?
When will we rise up and answer the call?
For united we stand and devided we fall.
For united we stand and devided we fall.
