| An Ulster man I am proud to be
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| From the Antrim glens I come
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| And though I’ve laboured by the sea
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| I have followed fife and drum
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| I have heard the martial tramp of men
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| I’ve seen them fight and die
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| Ah! |
| Lads it’s well I remember when
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| I followed Henry Joy
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| I dragged my boat in from the shore
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| And I hid my sails away
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| I hung my nets upon a tree
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| And I scanned the moonlit bay
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| The boys were out, the red coats too
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| I kissed my love good-bye
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| And in the shade of the greenwood glade
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| I followed Henry Joy
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| It was for Ireland’s cause we fought
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| For home and sire, we bled
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| 'Though our numbers were few, our hearts were true
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| And five to one lay dead
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| And many a lassie mourned her lad
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| And mother mourned her boy
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| For youth was strong in the daring throng
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| That followed Henry Joy
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| In Belfast town, they built a tree
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| And the redcoats mustered there
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| I saw him come as the beat of a drum
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| Rolled out in the barrack square
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| He kissed his sister, went aloft
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| And waved a last good-bye
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| My God he died, I turned and I cried
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| They have murdered Henry Joy |