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An Ulsterman I am proud to be, From the Antrim Glens I come, Although I labour by the sea, I have followed flag and drum. I have heard the martial tramp of men; I've seen them fight and die, Ah! lads I well remember when I followed Henry Joy. I pulled my boat in from the sea, I hid my sails away. I hung my nets upon a tree And scanned the moonlit bay. The boys were out, the redcoats too, I bade my wife good-bye, And there beneath the greenwood glade I followed Henry Joy. Ah, lads, for Ireland's cause we fought For home and sire we bled. Though our arms were few, our hearts beat true And five to one lay dead. And many a lassie missed her lad And mother mourned her boy, For youth was strong in the dashing throng That followed Henry Joy. In Belfast town they built a tree And the redcoats mustered there, I watched him come as the roll of the drum Sounded on the barrack square. He kissed his sister, went aloft Then waved a last good-bye Ah ! lads he died, I turned and cried They have murdered Henry Joy. This page has been viewed 1308 times This material might be copyrighted.

An Ulsterman I am proud to be,
From the Antrim Glens I come,
Although I labour by the sea,
I have followed flag and drum.
I have heard the martial tramp of men;
I've seen them fight and die,
Ah! lads I well remember when
I followed Henry Joy.

I pulled my boat in from the sea,
I hid my sails away.
I hung my nets upon a tree
And scanned the moonlit bay.
The boys were out, the redcoats too,
I bade my wife good-bye,
And there beneath the greenwood glade
I followed Henry Joy.

Ah, lads, for Ireland's cause we fought
For home and sire we bled.
Though our arms were few, our hearts beat true
And five to one lay dead.
And many a lassie missed her lad
And mother mourned her boy,
For youth was strong in the dashing throng
That followed Henry Joy.

In Belfast town they built a tree
And the redcoats mustered there,
I watched him come as the roll of the drum
Sounded on the barrack square.
He kissed his sister, went aloft
Then waved a last good-bye
Ah ! lads he died, I turned and cried
They have murdered Henry Joy.

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